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After Death

I pass by graves

On a rain soaked day.

I know those below

Do not regret the wet.



I relish the fresh

Scents of this passing day

For after my death

I will know

No rain below.

The Tape

I can not escape
This constant tape
Running in my head.

When I am dead
The words said
Will go
I know
Not where,
Other than those
That from paper stare
At my readers from the printed page.

I shall be beyond rage
Or any other emotion,
Lost in a great ocean
Of what?
Shall I know it not?
The tape will, finally, stop