You’ll find me not
buried amidst the greats
you’ll find me not
mended in the luxurious hospitals
you’ll find me not
awaited with matresses of red.
No.
You’ll find me
laughed at by the critics
you’ll find me
waiting two years
for the doctor’s appointment
you’ll find me buried
in the mass grave.
you’ll find me
then thereafter
no
more.
Poor unfortunate
fools
don’t belong
with
the
remembered.