Belated Journey

It’s strange how everywhere

I turn my head

these days

I see only people dying

or shadows of people

about to die.

Each page flip,

each channel change,

each blip on my news feed,

brings a notice

that another has died

meaning,

I’m next.

It’s like when you

finally get the cash together

and drive off the lot

pleased as punch with

your new, shiny red sedan

and by the time you get

the 10 blocks home,

you’ve seen 3 others

just like it.

All you can do …

all you can ever do

is just sit back

and enjoy the ride

because

you ain’t going far.