it must be odd to spend your last days in a novel environment
maybe you're too complicated now for the sun's direct rays
they bring you finally into overrated shelter
but it's a confusing and confounding place of artificial darkness
and metaphoric light and shade this isn't how nature was made
they bring you in to tell your story for you
they bring you in because they think you'll finally fit in a box
and who could stand to watch your body molder where it drops
they bring you in to pay your debt to a hole in the ground
did you dream of animals that drag themselves to a
final sounding place did you admire their agency
the clarity of their version of filling emptiness
was there a window where a life could pass by
instead of before your eyes did you allow them to take you
safely to their own imagined wigwams in the sky
they brought you indoors to die in order to manage the process
maybe it was your plan all along to disappear on a palanquin
after promising your organs to the crows and the scorpions
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