Wednesday, March 26, 2014

032614

Last Request


Bury me shallow, love,
this world you think a spheroid in Euclidia,
ain't...hush, listen,
just a few meters down: naught but ether!
Remember Sarnath?

So burn me, eat me. set me out for the leeches,
but for the sake of all the dead gods,
and them just sleeping,
don't you dig me!

Don't ask why: who knows?
the Makers ran overbudget, played a cruel joke,
are stupider than the dirt we're short of.

If you do bury me, flee, but not spinward,
a horror moves there.

How d'you think I know?


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