A Contemplation Upon Extinction.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it will be too
unlikely
for one at this prime age
his pink
youth
to start glimpsing about
the face of
extinction

one says it will be
unbecoming
in fact, too premature
and simply
sad

when one tumbles however
and bleeds
and feels the pain
of an injury
one realizes a hint
into the possibility of
an incoming
death

one contemplates upon it
like a folded
letter
whose miserable content
makes you
read it over and over again

deep in your heart
you tell yourself

'this is real and i will
be next'....