To the grave

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

Bulkey white caterpillars plume from
factory exhaust pipes. They dissipate away
into the deep cobalt sky.

Inhaling a breath
of this noxious air,
surely I will take this with me.

Sun shines brilliantly on the horizon 
but just behind the hills is a distant calling
could it be of coyotes brawling?

The shrill sound wavers
and folds over itself playing inaudibly,
surely I will take this with me.

Sinews that entangle together invisibly
I have broken free
floating aloft as a feather, I can truly see.
blinded of transient pleasure
and gifted leasure; peaceful as can be,
surely I will take this with me

Asleep in blankets or dirt
entranced with an intangible mirth
lulled to rest by a dirge in a dinge
and I am free,
surely I will take this with me

These truths played inside
in the back of his mind
while death payed its visit
he stared them down
and resigned.