The Living

The longer I’m alone
The closer
I feel to death
Hope the door out
Leads to a party
Not a closet
Maybe
Only like-minded
Individuals
Will rest in commonplace
So let’s fight
With words
Until we settle
On a moral agreement
We
May not
But one day
Our children will reach it
Peace
Between
Plants and animals
Alike

No pride
But in our pride:
The Living.