Methane

Whatever you are

Or who your tactile being is

If one day you’ll die

Rot comes upon

What’s left of you

Will be eaten

Digest you not just into dust

Methane

You’ll finally become

To be sparked into flame

By ignition

Into self combustion

Note

For you who reads you

You is as I as we

As we all do ignite

When we bide our time

Kruip Ruimte

04–23–2016