Death Minor

There is no fashion to decay
No weirding way
You might have a day and D E A
Or thirty
Or fifty
You’re just another sound
Stopping in a major city
Have you ever been a sun dial?
Told time on your own?
Been a jar of lightning?
A circular stone?
You simply let your shadow
And there it ticks
Invention’s open mouth
Where your negative sits
Death is a solver with plans (?)
No more water left to any other bridge
Hey writer,
I don’t like your stories