never'd

we all lined up in boxes,

some of us were scattered 

regardless

the flowers grew

  O how they grew 

and much like us 

before all of this

some were ugly and

some were beautiful 

the weeds invaded with their

devouring crawl, and the

insects took over with their

relentless march 

in decay or ash

we fed the earth

and we fled again 

into the stars 

we knew not of our 

whereabouts

or where we came from

or where we were going 

transients scampering in the

hearty soils, enigmas riddling 

the ever-expanding skies 

unloved

unkept 

undiscovered

as if 

never'd amongst never-beens 

we just wound up in boxes 

or scattered