Goodbye forever clay man

One last time, I trace the invisible gaze of your eyes 

that stare back and lead straight to me 

and they are strange, glazed, lazy 

I know now they will be forgotten 

and buried with the rest of it 

the voice, the smile, the brazen hands shaking 

awake, my silhouette now etched in-between 

your knuckles and shoulder blades 

which part of my outline will you draw

on the faces of your children 

your voice has echoed into the great oblivion 

you parasite, you clay man, so damned fragile 

worshipping the way you are perceived

I know now you will be forgotten 

and buried with the rest of it