Last finger count

His sky now hovers ,as glass
Just above his closed eyelid.

He is in a process of erasure
In a bin ready to be emptied.

It is as if he had never lived
And never counted the stars

Set in the blue sky glass top
Forgetting count each time.

All his records stand erased
Including a last finger count.

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