A World Cremated

Death is a happy meal, surprise.

Five years maybe more, no one knows

for sure, you won’t be ready.

But Mother Earth doesn’t count the days.

She knows only when the shovel slaps

the green grass beneath her. “I love you so,”

Her last words to an old man’s ashes.

Some cry, others stare at their watches,

I’m hungry,” says a world on fire.