{Poetry} Choking on / Survival of the Fittest
Literature, PoetryProlonged stress
limits brain elasticity.
Don’t think beyond
inches from your feet.
You’ve outlived everything,
even yourself. How fertile
those ashes will be.
One match, burned for centuries,
makes a mountain of soot.
Black lungs hamper each breath.
You old people
cramp my style.