Roman

Ashen Epilogue

Haze drizzles through my lips
Wildfire entrails, I'm one of your bacteria now
The smoke at the end of our world
It's a true recognition

To see death in the mirror
Candor is the best we can do
Shall we go quiet, dignified
Our pride will choke us too

But if we sing songs to relish the past
While elegies ring out our now
Then all will be right as passages pass
A breath and a rattle -- a stop