To Laurence Binyon(1869-1943)
Adam died.
One moment he was alive,
old and grizzled
and cursing the loss
of immortality,
the next moment
he was a carcass, dead
flesh laying in the sun,
his tongue sticking out
from a toothless mouth,
his eyes glazed over
in one last moment
of wonder, and
the last piss and
excrement of his bodily
existence entered
the dusty soil.
Adam was dead.
26.03.-03.04.2023
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