Epitaph

today i shiver at the
coming nothing and
shudder at the why of it.
are these philosophies
meant to comfort?
how can we face the day?
what is your guarantee for
these labours?
the countless throng
all gone in faded time
do you remember them?
etched on stone in
shoebox gardens

As you are now
I once was
As I am now
You shall be
Prepare for death
And follow me

i cannot countenance this
imposing rock
who can stand the
weight of it?
gibbering, chattering
fumbling about
we rush headlong into it

Stop, reader! I have left a world
In which there was a world to do;
Fretting and stewing to be rich
Just such a fool as you.

it crushes my chest and

stifles my screams

it ends there upon the green