Death and I

When death comes
I'll need not love -
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I'm no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name -
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we're here.

My genes will die away thro' child -
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation -
Bow to future dominance -
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I'll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I'm at ground -

Death and I so bound.