Me, myself and I.
The end of the line, the last Mohican.
So dust me over the pretentious grave
where my grandfather F. W, my father Fred,
and his brother Ben, cluster together.
They were belivers – not I.
But instinct tells me I should be with them;
If irreligiously.
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