Moss Man
We watch him pass and look down on his body
Heart attack from loneliness it looks like
We look down to see what we can learn from the body
He disappeared into the trees one day
Never to return
He just took a walk
And when they found him the moss
Was sprouting from his nose and fingers.
He must have contemplated no one
Since he had none.
What can we learn about death
That isn’t already known?
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 