#946399 added November 27, 2018 at 10:45am Restrictions: None
November 27, 2018
Rust Never Sleeps
Rust never sleeps
but marches on
as inexorable as time.
Will my titanium knees melt
when I am cremated?
Perhaps the grandkids will
bury them,like an afterthought placenta.
Marcescent leaves cling
to the hornbeam trees through winter.
They will fall when spring buds push through
and carrion crows announce
Persephone's eternal return to Earth.
Author's Note: I took the title and opening line from a company in Fort Myers, FL that deals in architectural salvage.
Tarot of the Crone---Beast of Swords---take a higher view--look at all the available paths.
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