Autumn Eulogy

I can see it
Just as the day I arrived
November leaves decorating freshly dug soil
Fluttering down onto a tombstone
From bright and vivid
To crumbling and dead
Someday I’ll die
The thought is so strange to have in my skull
Wrapped around a case of pink fleshy synapses
Everyone dies
I see it around me
From behind tempered glass and blurry corneas
Whispers of “I’m sorry" from chapped and dull mouths
To every lover of a lifeless corpse
Dressed in silk and lace
Skin so pale it glows with false rejuvenation
When I in the rancid stink of rot
That is not just my own
Larvae birthed in my hollow womb
Giving life to the cycle of death
When you die
I will not be far
Whether I am young or old
I don’t think I could bear
Thinking about your beautiful corpse
All alone, in the desolate dirt
Decaying,
Deteriorating,
Destroyed,
By undeserving maggots and writhing scum
Feasting on glorious flesh
Never to know how precious it once was