Notes
From A Grave
Jun 2, 2021
On the 2nd of April, 1875
I, Alexander Wendt
descended beneath
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
forgotten.
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.
Henceforth,
The grave became…
