the death of the west

in america, we live lives as sojourning slaves to death

it has become our greatest fear and our greatest threat

we grasp with desperate knuckles of persisting white

at this wilting flower that is carelessly called life

and then when at last our human hold proves too weak

we send our corpses down in glossy cases six feet deep

and if today I choose to laugh in death's calloused face

then these untimely timid men would label me insane

but I do not fret at their feeble words of spoken insolence

rather I am enraged that my generation's blind in ignorance