hell yeah, we're all going to die!

waiting
for the body
bag
to arrive
like watching
the drip
from a shower
head
fill
a tub
until it runneth over
our heads
until breath
do we part
to reunite
so you'd like to believe
oh
yes
we must believe
we are infinite
for we are
after all
wise men
bearing gifts
called pride
ego
and the joy of knowing
we're better than them
even though we know
the obvious
we are as stars
unto a distance
far as the eyes can see
we are enlightened
we are gorgeous
we are ...
full of shit
of course
as a body
unto a zippered bag
a muffled cry
at the back of a long
dark
alley
as we wait
for a fate
inevitable
and oh
yes
judgemental