My bloodline ended with me.
Not that it really mattered
that no future grandchild
found my photo unlabelled
in a plastic bag and wondered
whether my smile was real 
and what life was like in colour. 

My legacy was my words and paintings
that are surely lost in the Cloud.
I haunted friends on Facebook
until they, too, had died.
And then Facebook did.

I asked for a natural burial.
Did whoever carry out my wish?
At least the sweet soil will
remember me and
turn my old blood 
to new life.

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Poet, artist and singer. I am an ecobard :)

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