I emerge

One less of me

After all has been done

Drowning is drowning

Whether it be

Passive or by force

Beauty does not

Lift the finality

A last gasp

A hopeful breath

And endings

All the same

Dress it up

In pretty words

Or play it up

As morality

You hold yourself judge

Smug and superior

Broken in the face

Of all you destroy – Caroline A. Slee