It all comes down to this,
a stone above my head
declaring birth and date of death.
It all comes down to a mound of earth
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When comes to think of it, that's all it comes down to, The vacant void, the nothingness. Well done!
I liked this poem- -then I read the poet's snotty comment- -and now I wish he hadn't ruined my experience with his poem by writing his oh-so-superior poet note