Time of Death

we play on the surface of time

gambling away our minutes 

with futility

ignoring the gift it is 

to simply be 

here and now 

we skip around love

stuck to immediate bliss,

carnal satisfaction

that somehow leaves our bodies

full of holes

longing for more 

neglecting to choose 

sacrifice and vulnerability 

profound and lasting

we diminish death

toss it aside 

distancing ourselves

from a reality of mortality

playing God

in a fantasy of control 

while trying to dismiss the fact 

that we are 

helpless,

lost,

and dying.