Poem> "Another Feat For Death"
- Bury these broken memories
beneath grimy dirt
infested with slithering snakes
and crawling cockaroches
that eat away at their moldy residue.
They are dreams and hopes
of better points in time
when history's gloom would not lie heavy
and happier glances filled the deepest holes of uncertainty.
These precious memories of old
are now the grave's keepsaking
and a generation's lost chance.
They are the food of the beasts and crawling critters
but their misuse is real and their hush never heard.
Never realized, only formed to die
as each day also passes away to the grave.