bits of him and bits of her
in dark and dusty selpulchre
no more are they to love or hate
as ash and bone they dissipate
into the ground, into the air
the lives once lived
are no more there
and someday soon
we'll join them too
no more me and no more you
this flesh our body represented
to be returned, a tux short rented
our party over, our time soon done
whether the prize is lost or won
whether we danced or wallflowered
whether we raged or quietly cowered
whether we reveled or despaired
all will end, that we share
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