Thanatopsis

Happy circumstance should it be -  in commune with worms that feed on earthly flesh consuming thee? The end an empty carcass beneath the earth is becoming dust; bathed  in solitude and darkness clothes that last. 

 Is this your sting?  Is this your power?  Shameless thief of dignity subjecting pride to ignominy- to be mere consumable to lowly creatures here leaving trails of nothingness behind with senseless fear.

Ahh you clutch substance with jealous possession where there is none.  It is in death that the spirit is freed beyond greedy grasping hands.  Happy, happy death the journey has just began.  You are a door to the soul’s eternal home not the cruel end around time’s inglorious bend.