Even as the mountain wears away
Even as my skin begins to fade
I will stand
Stark and unchanging as the sea
Even when my rusting soul can rust no more
And my hands begin to splinter
I remain with you
Shaking mortality unbidden
And yes
My skin will rot
My bones will all decay
Eyes replaced by toothsome maggots
But you will not soon forget me
And the earth will devour my flesh
And the seagulls will fall to sea
And my poor old drunkard father will be all the restrains of me
But still my songs will weather
But still my poems will stain
But still the old cat I tethered
Will still recall my name
And yes
I accept the hatred
And yes
I accept the sin
But is there no greater pleasure
Than living this mortal din
YOU ARE READING
dogwood drought
Poesíacollection of my "poetry" might not be the most accurate description but I dont really know what else to call this mess. enjoy
