Philanthropy

Today, I’m donating my body to the forest

The militia of ants 

 skitter 

up the stairs,

The beetlesandcentipedes staying closely behind

As for the slugs and earthworms,

 they are barely making their way into the living room

 

Eventually, 

one    by    one they enter my room

And I can feel them judging me

They see the giant mound 

of clothes on my chair

and smell the stench that comes    off it

They see the half-

finished 3 am projects on my desk

And shake their head disapprovingly 

 

They are here to finally dispose of what is left of me

I have been staying in bed for a year or so now,

Half

 alive.

They decided it would be better

 if I at least gave back to the earth,

 instead of rotting in my bed.