would I be selfish
if I expected
trees to stop climbing to living skies
waves to stop wanting to crash
Moon to stop breaking through the curtains of night
calendars to stop navigating our minds through time
after I died?
a funeral procession takes spectators
I expect none
just my body and the undertaker
working overtime for extra cash while it lasts
me
being late
being old
free of myself
and for fun in the afterworld
him
to make ends meet
a full circle of life
on the cemetery
funeral bells
wailing irony and hate
to summer storms
would I be selfish
if I expected to die last
so only I suffered through every single loss of life
but mine?
unfollowed by family
what do I stand to lose?
the trees that climb to the stars
waves that crash
The moon that shines through the night
calendars don’t count
chariots of time get buried with us
calendars die
from exposure to humans