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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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