Canned Legacy

14 Feb
A fly on the wall heard 
what a son said regarding his father's projects and writings 
stored in boxes down in the cellar. 
The declining father, barely speaking anymore, supposed 
that his life's achievements, trophies, scripts, and journals 
would be valuable to his son. 

Yet even before the father's departure, 
the son is filling dumpsters with the unwanted collection. 
The material symbols representing his father jettisoned as mere trash 
leaving only a cold rock-etched name 
to be conveniently forgotten. 

How cavalier humans at the demise of a loved one. 
How soon they forget feeling so put out to remember. 
--from a fly's multi-lensed point of view.

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Posted by on February 14, 2022 in Poetry


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