Epitaphs

I was a bright glass bottle that caught the light but had little inside.
I made flutes from the long bones of my enemies.
I sang a song of sorrow most days.
I hung my treasures in the trees on feast days.
I circled my friends like a buzzard.
I went to war and didn’t come back.
I made quite an impression at the hops festival when I was young.
I played in the symphony and loved another woman named Eudora.
I jumped from the Vista bridge — don’t do that.

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