Hair and bone
persists in graves,
in museums.
It’s all that’s left
when memory
fades into
fossil record.
If I could retrieve
the hair I’ve shorn,
regain the bones
compressed and crumbled,
I'd leave my mark
in fire and earth.
But no,
this body
dwindles
far too fast.
I’ll vanish
before I die.
published in MasticadoresUSA
.....my goodness....what verse........really is...apart from the sting the utter simplicity is mesmerising.