DOOM

we get tired
and that's all doom wants
is a little weariness
that we might lay
our sad old heads
in her bony lap
and let go
of the world

doesn't care
who loves us
or who we love
or what we owe
or what's owed to us
just wants us
tired
and weak
and ready

and then creeps in
to wrap her spindly arms
'round what aches inside
and lay her cold, pale skin
upon us
and take us on down