A slab of gleaming marble,
confiscated from echoed tombs of museums long ago forgotten.
A life lived and illustrated,
amidst the dusty pages of silent paper collections.
Bygone libraries,
of your once youth and Huckleberry affections.
World wide technologies,
profiting millions conquering the pyramids of bold lumbar realizations.
Eternally,
I sit upon your grave.
A reminder,
of decisions, codes,and texts you create.
Your final words,
decomposing, etched upon a slab of gleaming marble.
Carved by own hand.
Returning to the earth the nutrients you were given.
What will the future say,
when they stand and read your epitaph.
Bronze trophy winner
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