"The contrast of my green eyes..."

The contrast of my green

Eyes and mundane anonymity

Is the thin line between

Humanity and divinity.

Whether I leave a mark

Or depart unrecognized,

My eyes will light up the dark

Casket or bright paradise.

Buried or swept away,

As ashes or in flesh, -

Even if bones decay,

My soul will remain fresh.

Words won’t slither after me

Into the cemetery.

My poetry’s my biography,

Silence - obituary.