Marius Vieth
By
JD DeHart
Wax Doomsday Philosophic
Pardon me as I clear
my throat and say a kind
rose word upon the ash heap.
Twas a beautiful life
with two blinking eyes til
the button was pushed.
Should have written that
volume and kissed that girl
in 11th grade.
Should have paused more
sweetly to contemplate
honey bees.
Let’s all gather at the tree
that bends and say a final
word of goodbyes
Twas a nice life
til twasn’t.
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