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Things That I Have Come to Fear
by Uriel TovarIt is likely that in
Sixty years
Everyone I have ever known will be dead
Or dying
My corpse
Will be worm meal
And every place
I had ever been to converted
To convenience stores
Or an equivalent
My world
Reduced to tomb stones
And public records
Browning and collecting cob webs
In government buildings’ basements.
09/10/2013 Posted on 09/10/2013
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/12/13 at 02:35 PM All our lives preserved in little file boxes, shelved & forgotten in the sea-turned-desert of time. May our bones tell tall tales of our collective existence, someday. |
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