On the 2nd of April, 1875
I, Alexander Wendt
after a mild cardiac arrest.
For a few years,
some came to see me
with blue iris and calla lily.
then, the old man was
I was erased from the love of family,
like a blackboard after a long lecture.
There are no great deeds on my name,
No philosophies or creeds to carry my name,
Thus the spirit is forever erased from the future.
The grave became…