Something New

 I can foresee that

The scratching of this pen

Will make me

Jab it in my eye

And take away

My gift for symbolism

And in the next life

I’ll be a flake of ash

Burnt from the corpse of

Something beautiful

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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