Passage Grave

My passage grave

is made

in this long dawn

Some four thousand

years hence

he will be along

To sift my bones

and my meager

possessions

And measure my skull

and write a

four-thousand word essay

And win for him

fame or

at least a PhD

And mark my grave

so that all

may see

But one surprise I hold

for those that would

disturb our sleep

A retrovirus

stirred

in the common air

So that he and they

will join us

across time

In gallery grave

or chamber tomb

they will be lined

3/24/02