Books and Bones
By Keith Kareem
Williams
Don’t
mind the skulls on my T-shirt. I don’t worship death. I just occasionally look
down at the image as a reminder of what’s under my flesh which forces me to
realize that I have a finite amount of time left. That’s why I sit down and
write these poems because I can bet it all that they’ll be more remembered than
my own tombstone. After two generations they’ll forget my grave but my writing
will show what I saw while I was here clearer than my decayed remains. Let these
paragraphs serve as my epitaph, more resilient than the words chiseled into a
headstone. One way or another, one day or another, we will all face some form
of an inevitable fatality. I’m just trying to transcend that in a way and stay
alive literally… if you get me? That’s
the only way the word won’t forget me. That is my immortality. My books will
last much longer than my bones.
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