my remains celebrate nature
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
3 months ago
when i travel the path to transience,
their vanity sculpt my act on cenotaph of despisal,
wash my ash in gushing stream of lie
mask with fur of primitive monster
but recall my feel for early spring, note how
spring array tree on fresh leaf and dye
ever-green, they will shriek and say
'he used to adore leaf of early rain '
when life doss, lay its postern behind me,
the sea hurl fishes to the shore
fungus-like, my friends will say of me
'he used to prefer fishing at the shore
when sun rises in taunting summer
spur menancing smile of scourge
rugby-glow; my kinsfolk will say, 'boy
he used to cheer nature taunting spell
when the year wade to dusk bier, lay
silvern dew, hug the sky and fill
snow-foam, my neighbours will say, 'dear
he used to gossip harmattan feel;
rattles of their late night songs drizzle
on void ears; i glide to transience
forsake my envy, vanity and all!
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