Let the heavens encircle me and devour me whole
For there is no consolation discovered in my soul
As I stare at flirtatious Chronos, intimate with Thanatos
Life’s theater curtain dropping embroidered with asbestos
I howl my lamentations, tears are tumbling forth
I beseech every corner: East, West, South, and North
That this play has no finale, that this can’t be the last act
But there in the doctor’s lines printed, it’s a matter of fact.
My suspended disbelief refuses to actualize this truth
While Chronos solicits Thanatos with a mortal bloom of youth.
Their eternal courtship dances on the stage in front of me
I glare daggers at their conduct, contempt at their complicity