Why be conflicted with death?
It’s no new trend, fluorescent Nikes
in the wake of black and white.
This is not a game of thrones
over which we could prevail;
no defeat-able foe,
steroidal match of will or wits.
United in helplessness if nothing else,
our humanity stands stock still,
lights coming up on our soliloquy,
bathed only in the light
of this naked truth.