Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Narcissist, Solipsist, Nihilist, Escapist

I am that cenotaph, embarrassed
To contain the accidental bones
Of this or that creature uninscribed
On the front of me, unintended,

Or I am the embarrassed critter
Whose ghost continues nattering
Re what it thought of itself in life,
Whose shy bones can't remove from this tomb.

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