With Death Comes Absurdity

One of us

All of us

One at a time

Laughing on our death bed

Eternity hovering at the ceiling

Like a drone ready to expose secrets

All while the rest of us

Like moths turned on around an incandescent message

We waited

Outside…

The gas station attendant

Looked up at our window

Speaking nonsense about his friends the clouds

Clouds

Really

Serious is often laughable, eh?

An owl called out

But received nary an answer

The beauty of that last moment of absurdity

Like a chimp offering his last banana as sympathy

Was such independence

Like a car trekking about off-road

Losing its wheel that careens about alone

Until stabilizing into the oneness of existence

Rolling along with everything else

Biding its time for one of Plato’s untried forms

Oh…

It’s arguable

We all die the same way