Natural Deaths
I ponder the phrase, ponder the 'natural'.
There are an infinite number of ways to die
either tragically or macabrely comic,
countless ways to cash-in or cash-out.
Obituaries record ‘sad endings’ from natural causes,
peaceful age related slow-go.
Lingering, suffering, grinning in a dark room
just waiting...not so natural.
The deceased have no say of course
some step on garden rakes and die from a hole in the head,
some deliberately put a hole in their heads.
Death is a one size fits all phenom.
Natural? Maybe if natural is a clown car full of bull crap.
What's unnatural, what is a great blessing
is when the once living plant God in your heart
then depart on a cosmic greyhound
leaving you to ponder the unnatural aspects
of the ever-loving natural.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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