is my body fighting you

or letting you in?

thief in the night

knight in black

black scourge of our time.

you will lose

they all do

but we never really win

you’ll have replacements

or old age

or boredom-induced

suicide, i suppose.

not living forever

should mostly be expected

since it’s pretty much

the rule for us

and every other creature

except that one thing in the ocean

and art;

this poem.

2525 and there is no c-word

like how today we only discuss

bubonic plagues or black deaths

of the past.

but I’ll never make it to 2525,

so words, say hello,

or goodbye, for me.