Limited time offer
Life
And the subsequent malaise that death brings
If you’re inconsequential in your effects
That rapid pace of your heartbeat
Over the years
That damped you down while challenging
To the demands of being human
A representative an iota
A building block of what may come
The dust the dust is calling
From when you’re ill met by the womb
And the moonless night
The daggers of childhood
The success of youth
And the cancer thereafter
As the decades crowd in on you
Each with its own challenges
Unexpected unobserved
Til the future dashed in with explanations
Too late to heed
Or be of worth
Beyond the immediate
Median
Of comparative slumber
In your bunker
Bed
Grave
Circumstances