There’s That by Garen Zakarian

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

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