Grass

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GRASS


Posterity makes believers of us all,
despite what's holy
or written on the wall;
and I wonder if my Self is gathered up
like syllables gathered in a stutter;
and my name remains

—For what?

in case I hear the worms applaud
or maggots mutter.




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GRASS

Posterity makes believers of us all,
despite what's holy
or written on the wall;
and, I wonder if my Self is gathered up
like syllables gathered in a stutter;
and, my name remains

—For what?

in case I hear the worms applaud
or maggots mutter.