I thought of dying gazing into to black, seductive ice water so glassy and so tranquil
I thought of dying but in my mind
place death's bony embrace clutched listless children gnawed by hunger; prisoners on death row detritus of their own childhoods; poor shepherds grazing blunt-toothed animals on landmined hillsides
I thought of dying, to throw myself away so much landfill. If it's no use to me I could give it, I can holler with my lungs at injustice join hands in protest at brutality I realized that I had long been dead but I could choos instead to reawake and be alive for them
