Ode to Dying
Thank you for granting me impermanence;
Consciousness is a pair of 3D glasses
or 2 hours of headache tossed in the trash.
If I had to keep taking shits until the Universe’s expiration date,
I’d wait for you to mistake me as a crumpled plastic bag in the ditch
after my organs cannibalized my own muscle tissue.
Thank you for granting me impermanence;
Decay is a privilege you’ve promised in me
From the moment I was born, you were implied.
You’re the grandfather I never had:
A wise, humble war veteran
teaching me what can only be learned from generational experience.
Thank you for granting me impermanence;
I am riding a wave with only one crest
I arose from death to descend a ladder back down
But in between I passed Earth
I met you, and you guided my transition.