When the Dust Settles
Leave them off the tombstone,
carve my verse into a tree;
Write my words beneath the pier;
Maybe fold them in a bottle
and toss it out to sea;
When the dust is all that’s left of me;
Brand them with a lighter
somewhere along the railroad tracks;
Hold my prose and recall every word;
Reread them when it’s quiet,
you can pull them from the stacks;
When the dust is all that’s left of me;
Speak my intention
into a cutting edge microphone;
Convey the unspoken
to the ears of a new generation;
Feast on that piece of my soul;
When the dust is all that s left of me
Immortalize my energy share my poetry.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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