I Don'T Want To Die

I don’t want to die, the spring doves cried. Down the streets and coffee shops each step in the pavement whittles it down bit by bit. I don’t want to die, the flyers say, through ten layers of broken staples, of missing pets. I don’t want to die, says the cat on the large wire fence, where someone has woven it through with leaves. It meows at me, and I don’t want to die, the world spins around with no thoughts in mind, the people spin around with their thousands of wishes, planets of desires, orbiting each other, and everyone keeps crashing, the world caves in quietly, silently so no one else can see the sinkhole splitting open I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die