Tip The Writer

Keegan Roembke

The Meaning(less) of Life

If the world herself was a monument,

then she would vanish into nothingness

at the pinnacle of her obelisk

And if the earth was serpentine,

It would wrap around our cold dead feet

As we debate it’s straightness

And if this land was yours or mine,

Oh the nothingness we’d opine

as we chew our seventh clementine

Dust and matter is what we’ll be

never you, never me, forever in eternity

A soulful wisp and body