Jessy Assy

which means that one day,

when my vital organs fail me

or when karma decides,

it is no longer interested

in trying to counterbalance

gains and losses,

I will be put to the ground,

and buried alongside

others

whom I have had the serendipity

of encountering

these past few

years.

Although they would be tempted to,

the earthworms will not

segregate --

"this is my grave,

that is your tombstone";

we will all wither wickedly away

just the same,

and decay decadently

just the same,

irreverently irrespective

of any interjections issued up

by our DNA

that flails

its tentacles

shamelessly shunning out

misfits and miscreants

that it so conveniently dubs,

diverting blame

to all those who happen

to be hampered by

missing members.

I belong to a gravesite --

one so familiar

yet so uncanny

strange lands begin to feel like home,

and home, like strange lands.