Poem: Big Surprise

progressive agingDidn’t he warn you? Didn’t she scorn you?

Hadn’t they found you? Wouldn’t they astound you?

You who couldn’t differentiate between abiding love and aberrant hate?

 

Time will obviate the degradation of your sensate mind and accelerate the assignation of honorifics,

burrowing within the fissures of tissue

held together by gravity.

 

Were you not told?

Were you not told?

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