Nod To Greed

His was a lifetime spent grabbing storing stashing garnering stealing collecting depositing amassing... Try-try-trying to fill his soul hole carved deep from his once upon a time of having naught. But alas, all was but a swamping sinkhole, each stash more greedy-desperate, and heavier than the last. In the end all was as nothing, An aggradation, too heavy to carry forward Sinking down with him, now buried. now forgotten. Even in death he gave nothing. Man is remembered for what he gives Not for what he takes.