Fatal Final Words
If stranded on a
Deserted Island
And then given
The choice of a
Month’s worth of
Food or a month’s
Worth of pen and
Paper you know
What I’d choose.
The dissemination
Of my words and
Thoughts matter
More to me than
Filling my tummy.
For I’d rather eat
Grass and leaves
Than not leave a
Remnant behind.
You see, I’d wrap
It in shells, bind it
With vines, and I
Would tuck it in
Places that some-
Day someone may
Find and in turn I’d
Be alive again in
The reading of my
Fatal final words.
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