Spark me
a light
a fire
a funeral
pyre
a little
barbecue
to cook
the steaks on
a little alcohol
to make me
forget
my death
even if I'm
still alive
Do you know
what time
it is
when the batteries
in your clock
are dead?
There's no such
thing as time
it's just
a label
humanity
placed on
something
beyond
comprehension
similar to
how it needs
the bastion
of God
to cling to
so their fragile
minds may continue
to function
without
shattering
and crumbling
to useless
quivering
masses of jelly...