When I'm gone

When I'm gone
and veiled
In green grass
When I no longer cast
a shadow under
the afternoon sky
And words no longer
the voice machine jam.

In that moment
of belief...
Flowery speech?
No, my dear,
Spare me
The Incense and Oud.

What need'd
a bone have
for milk or silk?

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