No Waste

by rebsnugs

And so she began
In low and lonely whispers
She drew a portrait of her life
The spark of jumper cables
Overturned the whole vehicle
And burst into flame
But beside the burning car
Others gathered for warmth
And there they formed a band
Of madness, dust, and wanderers
The glinting of the eyes
Hypnotic in the moonlight
Let the whisperers unwind
The clocks and fishing reels of time
And inward we traverse
The lands of earthworm and shrew
We taste the freshest dirt
And floss with spiny porcupines
We rejoice for the gifts
Our friends have left along the way
From ash to ash we walk
There is no time to waste

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