Poem: "Eraser"

Eraser Buddy (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every scratch leaves a mark
It can be erased
But erasing is an illusion
For things exist and are replaced
Yet are never the same

The man with the big appetite
And ego
Watches with open eyes
As the clock ticks in the cave
And the pile is eaten

He can hide things
In the crevices,
Nooks,
Crannies
He is a thief
Or Collector
A hobbyist
Passionate

They eat and go
In the same place
They breathe and they sleep
In the same place

Inspiration is a fuel
So is desire and fear and food
Life is for living
"Dead men tell no tales"
Therefore the living do

Erase and erase,
But a trace will remain
No matter how small,
How minuscule
A dot

Nobody will see the trace now
And then
But someone did.