Epitaph

A Tomb

Ah! Nature scrawled
her epitaph,
her edit.
All the same,
just a name.
The index of a man,
his personnel file.
Ink blotted,
by an aorta of decimal points, figures,
and human error.

December 30, 1970

By Linda A. Copp, Lady Lamythica© 1970,-2014
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