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Fatal Final Words by Kenneth Vincent Walker

Fatal Final Words

If stranded on a

Deserted Island

And then given

The choice of a

Month’s worth of

Food or a month’s

Worth of pen and

Paper you know

What I’d choose.

The dissemination

Of my words and

Thoughts matter

More to me than

Filling my tummy.

For I’d rather eat

Grass and leaves

Than not leave a

Remnant behind.

You see, I’d wrap

It in shells, bind it

With vines, and I

Would tuck it in

Places that some-

Day someone may

Find and in turn I’d

Be alive again in

The reading of my

Fatal final words.


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