Mind-Death

Graduation Day

People converge from all around
On the site of carnage
Wearing suits and bearing flowers.
Some have fears and some shed tears.

As a gardener in the graveyard
I’ve seen it all before,
but I still have pity.

The flies converge from all around
On the site of carnage
To puff up and see their offspring grow
Fat rendering dead ideas from dead thinkers.

As a gardener in the graveyard
I profit from the blood and bone
meal.

Soon the cycle will begin anew
As the corral of highschool opens on the abattoir
Where death glacially strikes after some few years
or maybe decades.