back to the future (poem)

I pray to the spirit of those who have gone before me,

but whose birthdays were after mine.

Oh, for the privilege of time being linear.

Yet for us, it is a helical obituary.

We put one foot in front of the other.

One step: we nap on Granny’s couch,

Faster: we play in the park,

And faster: we walk to the corner store.

But as we lift our foot to make another lunge forward,

we’re snatched by our ankles

and dragged back into the six-foot abyss we thought we crawled out of.

We dust Death off just to meet him again.

We dust him off, and meet him again