(from 1979)
.
When our skin
grows thin
and our eyes
have finally dimmed
we’ll blow on that
charred piece of coal
(the one that never cooled)
until it catches fire again.
We’ll crawl inside
and melt cold bones
into an alabaster stone
and there we’ll carve
our epitaph:
Never Say Die.
.
(c) 1979, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(re-posted from 2011)
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