The Final Death

by Christian Thomas Golden

Like a solitary flower
bent gently by the breeze
in an old-west wasteland.

Silhouettes of cowboys and
dilapidated taverns.
Corpses of horses and
nose-diving buzzards.
Swarms of flies feasting.

Billions of years like the blink of an eye
in the wake of eternity.

Death or life: the choice is yours.

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