Entering The Door For The Final Exit Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes there is
an ending surprise when
we contemplate
upon
the death of a human being

we dread thinking that
we can be that
dead human being carried by
a few
inside a coffin
towards the most silent
destination
decorated by wilted roses

or some smoke from the
candles

call me weird and if i am
then fr minster must be the most weird person
doctor of metaphysics
exploring all avenues about death

he is rested. he was murdered while attending to the needs
of the prisoners.

for one thing
and this i admire myself for that
less the arrogance
of a
questionable philosopher

i told him
death is nothing
it is the most normal event that happens to the human species

even my own
i do not wish any pompous occasion to mark it

it is the humility to simply acknowledge
that we are all
silly mortals who are trying to escape but does not want to enter
the door

jesus, he only had 33.