"Seeing Them"
Stacked caskets in a bright white room,
some half opened, some steel,
some faded gray and wooden.
I wait for hands to appear through the cracks
as red-headed buzzards flap circles around the ceiling.
Steam at my feet, I cannot see the ground.
I look for the lights and find black spiders on the walls.
I spit my teeth at them, spraying blood.
The buzzards descend
and the steam returns to the Earth.
I am not prepared to die.
I open my eyes
and end it.
Stacked caskets in a bright white room,
some half opened, some steel,
some faded gray and wooden.
I wait for hands to appear through the cracks
as red-headed buzzards flap circles around the ceiling.
Steam at my feet, I cannot see the ground.
I look for the lights and find black spiders on the walls.
I spit my teeth at them, spraying blood.
The buzzards descend
and the steam returns to the Earth.
I am not prepared to die.
I open my eyes
and end it.