Epitaph of the Lost.

By keleph

Tue, 25 Mar 2008
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Allow me to stage a forgotten goodbye,
more final than any breath, or sigh.

Words for one more follower, to follow.
Cut in stone and syllables hollow

Chiseled by a life of diced up dreams,
honed down from thoughts of what life means.

An epitaph, of more import than an Emperor's words
For me more fair than the song of the birds.

However, like this corpse, and its worth
so shall this utterance end in earth.

With that terminal term heard, go back,
Life! and rejoin the herd.

of which, i was never a part...
Please, take this to heart

It is a last lamentation;
a stone, thrown at the Sun.

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Submitted by onemorething on
I really liked this. I couldn't help wondering WHAT was of more import than an Emperor's words and more fair than the song of birds...I wasn't sure you were clear about this. (I know you were clear in the general meaning of the poem, but those two lines suggest some clear statement precedes it and it doesn't...I felt confused - maybe just me though). Loved the last two lines.

 

Submitted by keleph on
thanks Doeslittle. I meant that the epitaph ("words for one more...") was of more import but i should probably mention that again in the appropriate stanza... maybe i'll replace "to me" with "an epitaph" or something. thanks again.

keleph