Expendable
At certain times
it is comforting to know
that none of us
are necessary.
Life is ample,
blind, unconscious
of any loss,
compensating
for any absence.
For who takes note
of a missing blade of grass?
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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