Because of you
I will never go home again
All I have left is this little PLOT
One casket and a tiny box
Lying side by side for good
Is all that’s left
of my glorious childhood
Just a little way down the road
Stands all that was conceived
It doesn’t take much to deceive
Me, my family, and a community
Well, I will stay parked
here in this damned spot
Between stone and an empty lot
While you watch the world pass
by the window that represents
an end to your useless life
Because Judgment rides in a little
Sooner than you once believed
It’s funny how she will remain
and laugh all the way to the bank
Because who do you think won
This land lottery of hate
Shamefully, it wasn’t you
Because God will have
His final say
But maybe not today
My inheritance is the SHOOT
That grows from the ground
broke with my father’s plow
It’s these THREE
who will inherit this town
One, two, three—
two kings and a queen—
Born and raised from the very dirt
you haphazardly sold away
without a sentiment to pay
Look to the sky when
Death comes your way
When you enter
the eternal gate
I wonder what
He will say
Wait: don’t lose
H. E. A. R. T.
There’s always
Grace to impart
Just as forever is
the same as a day
I guarantee you
I will NEVER
run out of
WORDS
to say
The Aging English Major 