Ars Vivendi

She stood on top of the wall

Breathing haphazardly

For a hand could break her fall

If she wasn’t falling too rapidly

Would she soon be forgotten?

History is what she made

A King or a Queen

To her, it was all the same


An expression of our emotion

A method of communication

Preservation of our culture

A message of inspiration

One step was all it took

To be written in a book

Whether traditional or modern

She will be overlooked


They say dying is an art

But art is also dying

She fears she’s too far gone

To ever be saved

Written in a Bo Burnham song

She descends to her grave.

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