Death
you spitefully benign
hanger on
of life
always in the periphery
like some third wheel
on lockdown
you know the truth is
we love you as family
but in case you haven’t heard
you are a real drag
like working hard
for a moment of bliss
and then
told to wait
lost in forever
never quite worth
the price we paid
forced to bring you along
like a bad singer
of our favorite song
a
mashup
of
wait
and
see
what lies ahead
the truth
of what remains
when all our labor
births
infinity