impermanence.

his parents breathed in him their views 
about the brevity of life; 
to see the beauty in remains, 
and hear the music in the strife 

that blares each day from sound machines 
that, too, will one day lie in ash 
like all life's other vanities, 
the glamor pages turned to trash.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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