Celebration

Mourning adornment
in memory of the dead
slow-dying flowers

Invite

Arms wide, “Come hither!”
beckons the great mothership—
rooted in the ground.

Waiting patiently,
for life-defining sentence,
those courtroom benches

I have to go.

There’s no reason—
or one to stay for.

There’s no sense—
or sensibility anymore.

There’s no pride—
only prejudice reigns.

There’s no soul—
so bodies a wander.

There’s no air—
except mechanised oxygen.

I have to go—
for beach breathes life
into my suffocation.

It yawns, moans, and groans,
oi! tiny, puny human,
hails alpha ocean.