Youíd abandon me
In this; my finest hour
The poem I sent you
Is the finest poem
Thatís ever been written
But it will pass into
The mists of obscurity
Disappear without trace
And no one will know
And no one will care
Itís almost like it was
Never actually written
Consigned to the shredder
Filling the landfill site
With beauty unseen
Maybe the ravens,
Sparrows and gulls
Will reassemble my
Verse and pay it more
Attention than you have
Maybe they will sing
Of its magnificence
As the morning sun
Warms up steaming
Piles of garbage
Or maybe it will be
Buried with the rest
Of the shit
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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