Once in a while
Our shadows thin out to
The land of bones
Our flesh dumped and eaten
By the earth
Earth we came from earth
We return to.
No one refuses the earth a skull
In the abode beneath
No matter how strong, how great
How regally a diadem is worn
We must bow to the earth
Our bones intact
Dine and wine with the old
If we did their ways
Whether a witness stood there or not.
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