and more if properly inquired The stench of molded rocks disturbs the stagnant time
Peel off the tree barks discover kidney stones patiently wrapped around the trunks Who knows how old? Just guessing Such a horrid gamble unworthy of history’s attention
The tiny window opens for a blink called lifespan One sip from pleasure trough a moment a.k.a. tombstone
Finally a fading chicken scratch an epitaph served at your supper Take it or leave it blank
