We

We die.
We die beaten and alone.
We die broken and confused.
We die in warm, well-lit rooms.
We die in cold, damp corners.
We die with sand caked in our cheeks
           & coating our tongues.
We die with mud and water filling our lungs.

We die drunk.
We die praying.
We die rich.
We die vagrants.

We die angry, stabbed in the heart
                         by jilted lovers.
We die of a heart attack
                    while painting the house.
We die in cars, speeding around rebellious curves.
We die young
                          & golden.

We die in shit.
We die of a mutiny perpetrated by our own cells.
We die holding the hand of our truest friend.

We drown skinny-dipping at midnight.
We bathe in oil
       & then we immolate ourselves.
We kill each other with cruise missiles.
We scalp each other
                               & mount the trophies.

Far want of dominion
   we devour each other.

We die hoping that in some small pocket of memory, somewhere, we will be remembered.
We die knowing that all who remember us will die.
We die knowing that no one will remember us.

And the cruellest joke:

We live;
     And while we live, we long for tomorrow,
             and all the ways to mangle our flesh
             and alleviate our collective sorrow.