I thought of dying gazing into the black, seductive ice water so glassy and so tranquil I thought of dying but in my place Death's bony embrace clutched listless children gnawed by hunger; prisoners on death row detritus of their own childhoods; poor shepherds grazing blunt-toothed animals on landmined hillsides
I thought of dying, to throw myself away so much landfill If it's no use to me I could give it I can holler with my lungs at injustice join hands in protest at brutality I realized that I had long been dead but I could choose instead to reawake and be alive for them