Temporary Earth

Cemeteries on the go.
Made from yes & made from no.

Burial, quick turnaround.
Stacking bodies below ground.

Plots for rent but not for sale.
Five allowed for mourners’ wail.

Then it’s up & outta here.
Grass grows dull without its tears.

Our ends are not ours stave.
Living’s penalty is grave.

Soon, it seems, Death may speed up…
As cult leaders proffer cup.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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