gehenna

there's that same distant fire
who's burning now?

Sly Judas,
didn't you know you'd be dead now too?

Ephemeral landmarks
become tombstones
our epitaphs,
yearnings to have done it right
the first time.

dead whisperers
have no say in the matter

it can be all too much
a distraction too many
we sit down,
and forget all reasons
to get up an move again

there's nothing left,
just the boredom and quiet passing
of time
and even death becomes useless,
until the close of the eyes
and the light goes out.