On every tract of Earthly land
Man finds the sacred bits of dust
Blown by night, misted by day
He must look sharp, they’re hard to see!
On every day of every life
Man inhales, ingests that dust
And thus, does fortify his life
With tiny bits of mankind’s past
When life is done, and body’s down
As has been so, eternally,
The air will add more sacred dust,
That new mankind will then respire.
Leonard N. Shapiro (NYC. 12/1/23)
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Good poem. It has some Omar Khayyam vibes.
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Thank you.
Lenny a/k/a “pliny”
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