Death is not my friend

your grave is paid until the end
of the decade
when a yellow bulldozer
comes rolling on the churchyard gravel
somebody is paid to do this,
paid.

it won’t take long, they are discreet
your stone becomes the pavement
on which children meet
or some guy commits a heinous crime

and your memory is strung
around the neck of time

Death is not my friend was originally published on Meandering home

Published by

Kamiel Choi

Dutch philosopher and poet, sometimes sharing thoughts on the internet.

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