When Closing In On Death.

dying-plant

I want to exist as placenta,
Clean from its human.

& moments

When lilac bushes
Are nurtured under shadow
Aromatizing night air-

When televisions
Host muffled dialogue
Inside darkened apartments-

When cats
Consider suicide-

When Main St.
Defiles Retro culture-

I chuckle at empty house plants,
While explaining the traits
I think every good human
Ought to portray.

And they peer back
Dead as hobby poets

Reading their verses
To a classroom
Of angelfaces.

The stillness of their authority
Epitomizes a wink
As a gesture
Worth remembering.

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