A Monologue of Unrest

 I will lose like the rest of you, compiled in a composite of consecration

dug in dirt & laid to rest.

A memory forgotten. a face unbound and unknown. 

A face erased along with the billions of dead who had never shaped form in their history. 

A cracked mold, unguided by solitude, unwavering in legacy.

Bones: hurled into a hole.

Each end is the same.