I’m not dying, you’re dying by Christopher Spaide

I'm Not Dying, You're Dying 

by Christopher Spaide 

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring -- 

 - Gerard Manley Hopkins

Death is trending so trust me nobody's dreaming./Bedside, death sits, beaming. Lending some screen time/to the three free minutes of spite spring slings, now streaming.//

Daybreaking news-there goes World Insomnia Night./ good morning silent you March brushes eggwash over /leavened earth, its wish all leaving things might//

rise again, sooner rather than never.  animal/

vegetable or funeral /. This year's rebranded earplugs vow we'll READ IN PEACE, how much? Keeping in minimal//

touch, death texts. Sends totals now and again/ (again?) of figures snuffed from significance.../

Ones once, then tens, next thousands, millions when?

dick here for the next extinction   Can't pretend / all carnage carves me up the same. I hoard / spare care. But death: I'm asking for a friend.//

Three years gone. Three thaws I've seen sun dis-/ inter fall's filth, flown nowhere. Three wintry-weepy/ autopsy-turvy seasons taught to forecast loss//

the moment blossom mobs the magnolias, to start /countdowns like there's no tomorrow.

there isn't/

Where does our runoff run to? Where's one flooded flowchart

death won't emend to end in death? Can't speak

for our far futures, but in the near I fear

I'll wake and, first thing, before I even pluck

   

   those snug, flush fleshed, rifled-in slugs from my brain -- rip --

   bracing for a swelling of swallows, I'll read the news,

   what did death do this time,      time to get up