GH (5 3 38 / leipzig)

Ashes To Ashes

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
that is the way that we go when we rust,
oxygen making us oxidize, swords
turned into plowshares while fighting for words.
We must be buried as soon as we’re rusty,
deprived of the luster that once made us lusty,
and dust turns to dust and our ash turns to ash,
with words that we’ve written recycled as trash.

5/29/06

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Comments (2)

A witty, little ditty; I've written a poem called 'Dust', that you might enjoy. It greatly differs from my usual writings.
Oh, this is really good, Gershon...love the play on luster/lusty. Very, very funny. But I hate it that the words we've written might be recycled as trash. I hope not! Raynette