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Urns overturned

The last students you've loved slip out of the room
  Their chairs ghostly, enshrouded, urns overturned

Your eyes survey the wreckage, the whisper-less ruins
  Vultures and jackals lips lick, poised for their turns

This sinking treasure, deserted way-station
  Empty hull, barren deck -- unrepentant ablation

Once-inspired platform and forum, so grand
  Pitilessly metastasized to crumbs of sand

While the gay voices of those
Who've abandoned ship with such glee
  Ring out to shores distant, eternal, carefree

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 8/23/2018 7:31:00 AM
Fabulous original and emotive piece dear poet. Wonderful. xomo <3
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