Legacy Poem by Martin Lochner

Legacy



Will my work survive?
Driving a shaft of light

Into the thinking
Of future feeling hearts

Now still hibernating
In warm pockets of able sperm

Waiting to spawn screamingly
Onto the greatest canvas they will ever know

Little word signatures of imitating Art
Saying I was part of this exhibition called life

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