A Glimpse Into the Past Or Future
There's a vision I keep having.
I am horizontal in the garden,
eager blades of grass tickle my chin.
I stare, eyes closed, feeling
each pen stroke paint my skin.
Etching preemptive epitaphs
for family friends I just saw
yesterday. When I awake, moments
before the alarm clock,
I check myself for evidence.
I find it just behind my eyelids,
"Life is no way to treat an animal"
inscribed on thirty tombstones,
each one sun-wrecked, time-worn
and still warm to the touch.
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