A Beautiful Death

A Beautiful Death High on a hill hidden by shrubs I am embraced by the branches of trees I am worshiped by nature I hide from the exhaustion of humanity’s harassment I am safe from the horrendous appetite of others Here comes a high-priced counselor hollering about an inheritance bequeath by my ancestors He does not pay homage to the harmonic hum of creation He swats at the harmless honeybees hovering in non-threating swarms He fails to hear the healing hymns shared by my Father He has hunted me down to handover hundreds and thousands worth of useless currency How did he find me? He is horrified when I asked him to keep his check Instead…give me what the Spartans called “A beautiful death.” When moments of melancholy manipulate my mind I remain in my imagination Where merry memories as a minor make me remember mere minutes of mirth Immediately I am reminded of how miserable my millennium has become My emotions seem meaningless My time on Mother Earth, a mistake Remarkably my mood mutates And I ask My Lord for mercy; Remove me from this realm And give me what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.” Quietly in my coffin—tricked into wearing a tux A comical smirk marks my mask I could have collapsed on a corner Countless wouldn’t have noticed One more cigarette would have been nice— Because cancer did not caress my corpse So-called companions circle my casket Consoling each other with questions They are all concerned… “Suicide?” they asked They sincerely think they could have rescued me From the epic conclusion of my existence Their cold-hearts in chaos—they are infected with karma Could The Creator resurrect me back to collect compensation for their cruelty? I would decline Let me relax in peace And keep what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.”