it’s natural as hell.
you see it everywhere.
but it still sneaks up & scares
everyone, this
dying.
why should the hair turn
grey, & the joints get
stiff, & the flesh wither
embarrassingly from the
bone?
can’t someone do
something?
it seems so nonsensical that
all of us should spent all
these years just growing
old.
you have to give
DNA credit for the
fleshy supple skin of
infants & their natural
body blush.
but why should it
program our faces to
crinkle; our breasts to
dry up?
& why this blood in the
stool & this cancer all over
the insides of my
friends?
does it all end with a morbid
autopsy, sterile coroner’s
report & ashes?
or is making history only the
beginning, & this body, what
we need to leave
behind?