last day alive

maybe it is mouthfuls of dirt

and heavy labored breathing

maybe it is holding hands with the flower roots

and making friends with the maggots

maybe it actually is the kingdom of heaven

that we learned about in church

with the puffy cotton balls in the bluebird sky

with God holding out both of his hands

and pearly gates leading us in

maybe it feels like the accident on route 35

with your brain bouncing side to side

against your skull

until you feel nothing at all