Will You Find This When I Die

Will you find this when I die
will it lack in deflorative reply
will it live on in chaste or charm
will it define a straightlaced harm
why would I need your pertinent care
to speak with such an insipid flair
so public are such rearmost qualms
with rawness are my storied palms
the ingraciate play was too insane
to carry along any decorative frame
referenced by a homespun decay
flown south it was in a coldhearted way
indifferent in an incensed interplay
it was everything that lacked repartee
it flowed like watered down bilge
the vessel to carry it heretically filled
so heavy the truths so meritably told
so mechanistic in their frailsome fold
to degrade them away a tide to erode
smashed on rocks and seeming to corrode
the mind once infiltrated this way
fought back with creviced naiivete'
and menaced it was to undulate
found and flowered to implicate
a lofty version of enigmatic fate was
carried away in a superfluous spate
into a rivulet of reasoned resuscitation
the appanage was a moss-backed seperation
away from a preponderous decisive decree
the rigamarole was unworthy of reciept
my insouciant words once chiseled in stone
were phlegmatic in concept and fatuous in tone...