Theorica Thanatos

                   I have seen your grave,

             From the patterns in the pine

To the silken lining which will engulf your body,                              I have seen.

The stone used to mark your final resting place,

The moisture of the ground in which you remain,

                            I have felt.

           The stench you will leave within,

        The stages of your undevelopment,

                        I have known.

I have seen your cells break apart and decay.

I have known the brittleness of your fragile bones.

           And I have seen you forgotten,

      Buried beneath millions of years of life

                Continuing without you.

            And in looking at your face,

                   I have seen my own.