POMPEII
When they find me in a thousand years
I’ll be lying before the TV
Tuned to the blank screen of a news channel
As if there’s no more news to report
When they find me in a thousand years
I’ll be holding my phone in my hand
As a mechanical voice says the number
That I’ve reached is disconnected
When they find me in a thousand years
My mouth will be slightly open
As if something I saw before me
Compelled me to utter a cry
And when they find me in a thousand years
They’ll discover a poem on my desk
That starts out like a suicide note
But becomes a love letter by its end
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