I will wear my collar,
Of flesh and skin bound tight
This pop-up meat tuxedo,
Will fall apart eventually
Sometimes the suit itches-
Like it was tailored
Of heavy wool and corduroy
Sometimes the weight is too great-
Dragging my hardened soles
Of human leather
Our bodies are a prison-
Interning the mind and soul
Until our skeletons cease to dance
But every sentence has its end-
I'll hold hands with you
Into the sunset
As we fly the coup
And escape into the ether
I think that most people view death as a terrifying end of the only thing we have known. I like to believe after we pass on, we find a peace that we have never known and will welcome the chance for some rest.