Ode to Rings
Into the soils of earth,
belongs the box of death.
It is gold and square.
Without geometric shapes,
life would be pointless.
As pointless as a circle.
The circle of life is more like
a diamond in the cave. Loud
blasts ring through their ears.
Yellow, like the listening ears
in the field, it heals the blind
man. In the end, it's just graphite.