the last one
will be found
rolled up in
the oral cavity
of my jawbone,
tightly clenched
and it will read,
po-et his work
and now has gone
on to publish it
in the heavens above
read it in the stars
and weep, but then
just smile for he
but sleeps until
the world is poetry
and God returns to
set him free......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
