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Painted Brain | Epitaph: A Poem
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  • July 10, 2016

Epitaph: a poem

When I think of what I write I know it’s an epitaph

and the dirt that I’ve written grows but a weed.

Dandelion stew is what’s for you and then I’ll push up daisies.

My life was filled with weed killer and that’s all of who I was.

I see the soles of everyone above me and know the souls of those

who never knew who I was.

I know not why they’re here stepping on my world, but longing for that second serving

that feeds the eternal can of coffee.

Daniel William Concharty is a poet who resides in Los Angeles, CA and writes for Painted Brain News

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