outside
through the window
circling in blue
five vultures.
I sit here
and look at them
and think:
I am not dead yet.
something is dead or dying out there
but it is not me.
that’s not entirely true.
we are all dying in different stages
on varying timelines.
I might drop dead
on my way to the fridge
to get another beer.
heart attack
a stroke
a lurking aneurysm
a car accident
homicide or
suicide
anything might get me at any second.
sudden death
falling into the final dream
and then
nothing
that
is all one can hope for.
it sure beats
dying slowly
from
lung cancer
heart disease
diabetes
AIDS
or falling off a ladder
while pruning an apple tree
breaking your neck
and slowly
suffocating
to death
while
vultures gather
eager
and hungry
in the
last blue
of late
afternoon.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
outside
through the window
circling in blue
five vultures.
I sit here
and look at them
and think:
I am not dead yet.
something is dead or dying out there
but it is not me.
that’s not entirely true.
we are all dying in different stages
on varying timelines.
I might drop dead
on my way to the fridge
to get another beer.
heart attack
a stroke
a lurking aneurysm
a car accident
homicide or
suicide
anything might get me at any second.
sudden death
falling into the final dream
and then
nothing
that
is all one can hope for.
it sure beats
dying slowly
from
lung cancer
heart disease
diabetes
AIDS
or falling off a ladder
while pruning an apple tree
breaking your neck
and slowly
suffocating
to death
while
vultures gather
eager
and hungry
in the
last blue
of late
afternoon.
