A burst of light, and the world’s gone dead.
Only a dial tone and an exhale
as your lungs pack their bags and hit the road.
Your heart has had enough of the same old drumbeat.
Your brain throws down the microphone
and pushes you off the soapbox.
A body finally turns against its inhabitant
and coughs you out like phlegm
and you land on a railing somewhere
to infect the next person
who clutches at you for support.