Afterbirth

The day I was born
The world died

I jumped from the womb
And joined the procession
On the hill overlooking
The peak of existence

The passing didn’t seem
To affect a soul, since no one
Was crying; just standing at
Attention, faking their demises

And I stepped back and felt nothing, too
As if feeling has an on/off switch
And someone went behind my back

The mortician spoke in riddles
The gravedigger shoveled with a purpose
I asked the priest what lies ahead
He said the end of us all

The day after
All was lost