Impermanence Poem by Butch Decatoria

We reside in the monumental
Structures of our own making
These finite moments
We consume
Asleep in boxes
Homes for corpses...
The living in denial
Of the absolute truth
We are pilgrims of
Impermanence...
Flightless Birds perched
On the presipice

Home is for the living
We must let go
Ask the Earth for forgiveness
Thank creation
For each breath
Our very human presence
Our mortal minutes

For Another day
Residing in impermanence.

(Thank Goodness
And Goddess)

Come what may...