911

Hello?

And just about everyone answered
That day
That week
That month

We were married to Death and its far-reaching ashen arms
But the sultry honeymoon phase ended and we separated
And on our tenth anniversary we are practically divorced
Or at least that's what we tell ourselves to keep on moving
Forward
Forward
Forward

If that's a true motion inside this indifferent ring of existence
Of Life
Of Death
Of Earth growing older and more irritable daily daily shifting souls from one plane to the next