Vestiges

Death’s Fame

5 Pens I’ve Held Some pens I held did not disappoint me And some let me sting; I stung like a bee. Yet, the sweetness that of them came made sense To those who sweetness desire and sentence To a life of pain, those who with us toyed And on our life’s paths their armies deployed. To these foes? A life of making money! For us? It’s been a life to make honey! What in mind they have is not sanity Pushing them to slaughter for safety So they say, or our lives won’t be safe Just to make away with what’s in our safe Fronting peaceful pens with their warring guns Yet, these pens will live to pen many puns. 10 Feb 2010 Death’s Fame Knowing all your fame over our life is fake Why should I, death, wear a wrinkle for your sake? Before J. D. said you shall die, you had died A fact known to all you’d really like to hide For a fame that’s all lame and everyone knows; Stunted with no one at all to say it grows. Maybe for the coward still squirming thoughtlessly, In whose little minds you farm fear ceaselessly. ...