POSTSCRIPT
footnote
postscrip
let me whisper to you
the request I made
to the Moon
to simply erase me
easy it is
to scheme a Hell
for consciousness, one
that will certainly work, do
a good job
as you see me here nicely dissected
set out as
shards
broken into pieces
by the time you stagger
onto the scene
to salvage
what you can
not a trace, not a trace,
last thought I had
record
of that place
my books
fighting their own little
almighty war against
the persistence
of dust
perhaps you might shut
that one lying
upside down on the bed
so much in there
perhaps of interest
presenting some
doorway
calling you to
the window
can add to the memory of
bittersweet memories of
the best memes
of humanity
as adjusted, edited,
presented
themed in major
or minor key
if you had bothered to read,
scan, copy,
scatter
surmise
if you had bothered
felt the need