The Planet is Death

what is the point of bones?

just the last cruel joke courtesy of humans

tossing ourselves aside like trash

only to let our rot poison earth one last time

in such a hurry to escape

we leave our bodies behind

if that's the case I hope the soul is going somewhere

not just ceasing to exist

maybe it's a kindness

the body finally gets to rest

without our insecurities keeping the brain awake

hard to not be jealous of that peace

funny that on the only planet we will ever live

is also the place we die

trying to turn our faces to the sun

but going blind and falling in our graves

cemeteries are a calm place

the wind barely raises its voice there

so the bones of the earth can keep our final secrets

and we provide each other with company

the joyful release of eternal sleep

it sparks rebirth

and nature goes on

nature wins the struggle

the earth is content

our spirits are content

laughing at each other

believing we both beat the other