I hope you dont see this today

for tomorrow it will only be a heap of fetid ashes
dampened by the rain
trod upon by stray dogs
lying in the corner of the street swept up by the garbage van

Lucky to be spared the details of how I came to this
Not hearing the last jumbled thoughts breathing their last,
Not see the slow crawl of the rot spread through my inert limbs

You will never see the dogs chewing out the remaining bones,
the plume of smoke rising from the heap
the morning birds feasting on the ants swarming on my remaining dregs

Be spared the agony
Of the searing heat of pain
That will still emanate from the remains

For tomorrow it will still only be a day
like any other in your life
after having cast me out into the night
Tomorrow you will still awake believing that you were right