These words,
are my body;
they stand in my place.
When I am gone,
they will remain
to do work
in the world.
These thoughts,
are my mind,
my consciousness,
my curiosity,
and my will.
They will continue
to eke out
the mysteries of this world
when I have moved on
beyond the veil.
These words,
are my soul,
my eternal echo.
They are my spirit,
my wailing ghost,
my revenant.
Haunting the halls
of the living
long after I have shed
this mortal coil.
These words,
are the announcement of my birth.
My first birthday,
my first bike,
my first kiss,
my first fight,
my graduation speech,
and my wedding vows.
They are my career,
my love,
and my grief.
My quiet mourning,
and my joyful celebration.
These words are
my sleep,
my food,
my drink,
my smoke,
and my dreams that come in darkness.
My retirement,
and my tragedy.
My glory,
and one day,
they’ll be my eulogy;
my coffin,
my procession,
and my grave.
And the words inscribed
upon that resting place
will be
me.
HG – 2022
