12300 words until death

And with that
It collapsed in, the expulsion of all severe punishment
It gave way to the forced beneath and above
All for the future, of course
All for the ill-conceived notion of generosity.

And with that
Those generations slipped mention into minute references
Obscure footnotes of check-out quality media
No popular culture icon, no memorial aware
Not even a thankful or outpouring of grief.

And with that
I had devalued every commitment I possibly made
To my kin’s outergalaxy celestial peers
To the undeserving materialist corporate vandals and wannabes
To myself, my last trusting body of self-worth.