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A NEW DEVELOPMENT

And me, where will I end my time?
being sprinkled with lime
Maybe I fell on my face
then covered up, so I don’t leave a trace

Leaving no memory or neat clergy mound
where relatives can go, and I can be found
Instead,
a cavity in the foundations of a new concrete block

… because the trees and the flowers are now out of stock.