Last Moments
Many, many 
to many years 
gathered within 
a man’s chest,
within the last fifteen 
of his last breath.

His memories 
drowned in dust 
and fallen leaves.
Shadows pressed 
like flowers 
random pages
from a random 
book he forgot to live.

All his memories
turned to ash
put in an urn, 
put up like 
peach preserves 
to spread 
on a god’s 
morning toast.
© SB Joy, 2023

One thought on “Last Moments

  1. no ho says:

    Yes indeed. The clock is ticking! Change it up now!

    Liked by 1 person

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