OBITUARY MEMO

OBITUARY MEMO

OBITUARY MEMO

When I die today, at any time

No one will know me. Anyway.

No single soul and me, including

No single clue, nothing denuding

I wouldn’t know if I got things right

Or if I messed everything up big time

If I had a chance among such chances

If an echo of mine will make a rhyme

Will any truthful tear see the light?

Of day or night, or only right?

No guilt, no shame, or so

No reaction, tidy tight

Who gives a thing? 

Not me, not you. 

Not him, not her, 

Diverse, yet, too. 

It wouldn’t be zero 

The way I wished for 

Ballasts, one can shred 

Dreams right off the road. 

Red doors to paint it black.

Lots of data, no memory

Passwords to get a pass

No user to get usage

No soul yet to last

Just a voice - and,

If you remember it,

Laughter struck, oh

"Meteorillions" ago.

Not strong enough

To be finally desired

Disable, disengaging

To get even ever fired

No love around or in

No love around, out!

Only love, in despair!

Silence, notably loud!

HC_Thiesgen

Aug 18 - 2024

4:11 PM (ET)