For the Dirt

Long we may wait

for the wheel of time to make it's way

to the inevitability of your final lesson.

Long we may wait

for fate to thrust forth it's patient hands

ready and waiting to make a lesson of you for others.

To make public your shallow grave

An unending line toward the chance

we might see the worms make a meal of you.

To see that we are all the fucking same.

To know that we are all for the dirt in the end.

None are too great for the worms.

Long we may wait

for the bitter taste of you to leave our mouths

slowly dissolving away as we burn every effigy and topple every gilded monument.

Your one act of goodness on this earth

is becoming fertilizer for the land you tried to destroy.

Long we may wait. 

Long we may wait.

~ Breccan O'Neal 2026

Lil Hobbit Cosmonaut