Gravestone
I
am a niche
a
bloodline, a cavity
in
the mouth of the earth
I
reek of calamity
poring
the tomes
like
a gravestone of something
mighty
that
believed in itself
expressed
itself
in
the presence of others
now
only pages
hear
me speak to the dark
my
brother my enemy
holding
on
to
the lines
of
each sort that could bury me
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