The Dirt of Our Breath

I am eating yogurt out of a dead man's casket

we are all in a casket

I am trapped in a mirror that can't see itself

we all are mirrors

I am tipping, creeping

towards the book of no desires

The words are hanging, falling

onto the pages of a bible

The words are thrown together

and divised

and broken

and yelling in pain

I didn't want to fall on that gravel

yesterday morning

But you pushed me there

And held me

you all held me

On a casket,

a dead man's casket

We are all dead now

but let's collect the living

And drop them in the water

Like you all forced me to breathe 

while you stared and laughed

while I lived and existed

I hate you all

while I die and keep dying