death has no political affiliation so your religious fervor for one party over another means nothing to death your grave or ashes will be dealt with without prejudice so carry-on with your disdain of science in the end it really doesn’t matter
i want
to
sincerely
express
my appreciation
for
your honest
statement
of
your deepest trepidations
but
as a mild point
of
perspective
i liked
to
call to your attention
to
this year’s
169 thousand deaths
of
mothers
that occurred
during
childbirth
oh
and
the
2 million hectares
of
forest
that has been lost
to erosion
erosion
produced
by
man’s negligence
of
the planet
oh
and one last thing
to mention
the
23 thousand people
who died
of
hunger
today
but
your serious
concerns
about
the availability
of
live lobsters
in
your local
market
will
of
course
be
given
appropriate
consideration
step right up and place your bets bet whatever dollar amount you wish there are no limits but all bets regardless of the wager are for your life toss the dice of climate change where the words of the game are loaded and suggest you can win but the reality is the house always wins and in this case the house is death hey but if you’re feeling lucky spin the wheel of global warming watch the wheel whirl like a planet out of control where the potential payout odds for survival are well let’s just say enjoy the game
nothing
will be placed
upon
the earth
to
mark
that i was here
it is
by my choice
for
no one
really
looks at graves
oh
someone
may wander by
and
comment
about
a clever verse
inscribed
upon
the marble
but
it is
the inscription
that’s
recalled
not
the person
no one
ever really knew
the
person
that
housed the soul
beneath
the flesh
that’s
why
we’re not recalled
we began
as a faded image
and
death
merely bleached
what
was left
leaving
at best
a sketch
of
what
people wanted
to
believe
outside your window
black crows
like
impending death
linger
waiting
for
a motionless corpse
before
approaching
no need
for
them
to rush
and
risk
resistance
from
you
they know
death
will arrive
and
you
will die
and they
will
feast
so many words of sorrow but none that will raise the dead nor stop the flow of tears traversing from eye to chin no magical terms to erase the pain embedded deep within hearts as love’s warmth surrenders to death’s coldness leaving empty spaces in beds spaces filled with apparitions of life life’s holograms that vanish with dawn’s first light leaving untouched pillows and broken hearts
