Somehow they all evade me

Faces, names, accolades…

(they must be too busy

stuffing other hungry mouths)

far less vile than mine,

as no one smells

more desperate than I,

so perhaps they’re keeping

their distance?…and let’s face it,

sometimes it’s just too late

to fix what’s been broke…

sure, everyone talks about fate,

but we all have the same fate-

which is unequivocally predictable

minus the particulars that land us

in urns or the ground or dispersed

in the wind…its’ obvious, really,

unless you look the other way

compressing your life

into tidy little sums

of papery importance

and rants of jagged air

orchestrating calendars

with no end in sight

until a dark hum

spirals from life’s membrane

all pungent and foul

oozing all the uselessness

we didn’t know was there

leaving us with one final voyage…

isn’t life beautiful?

By Stevie Rose

From: United States