Poem #2,762 | What we have does not matter
What we have does not matter
[what we are missing’ll matter
more] –
Our brick-built egos on
streets set out to establish our
wealth will be ravaged by time –
I’ll take my revenge by ageing’s
failure of skin –
every facade is
set to ebb
[arses pitted without
a defence] & finitude will fulfil
that last desire –
no kisses left
for dry lips
[my retort unheard
but said] –
Let me outlive it all
& laugh above last-lied places
beside long-beloved relatives
[where skin & bones’ll loosen
& what was hid wormed-true]