Final Stage Performance........
Posted to Action Poetry
by Danny Allyn on 2001-04-24 10:15:00
I am a rolling stone
A tree with roots
That have not taken
And leaves that have not grown
I will die soon
I will wither
I will fade
And rot beneathe the moon
My hands play death
Like death written
In ancient text
The pages crumble with age's breath
The breath of age
The erosion of my soul
The pall bearers
Are all dancing on my grave
An earthen stage
The final stage
Performance....
