The Conqueror Worm
Of course, all straights are bent
our rotary motion
the further back we travel in
space, the greater the arc
apparent
even our words are subject to gravity
inclined toward earth, absorbed
long before eternity
some mine for jewels
I uncover the promises kept
and unkept...lies and truths
compacted to indistinguishable
masses – buried
with the bones of those who spoke them
absent lips and breaths
but a disgruntled grave digger I am not
just an insatiable book-worm
regurgitating my volume of Poe
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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