In light of death lurking to close for comfort...

an older sister of mine received the unfortunate diagnosis of the lymph nodes similar to my late mother and two deceased maternal aunts.

grief already cloaks psyche of mine
the sole brother of an older sister
hopefully out living our late mother,
who lived to the age of sixty-nine
awaiting verdict,
hence the following morbid words I outline.

Cremation nsync with donating viable major organs
quickens reincarnation without taxing cemeteries
housing skeletal remains.

First a couple definitions more so for self clarification, but also edification for anonymous readers.

Coffins and caskets take between to break down, depending heavily on the material (wood vs. metal) and environmental conditions like soil moisture, pH, and oxygen. Wooden caskets (pine/oak) often decompose within 5-10 years, while sealed metal caskets (copper/bronze) can endure for over a century.

A casket is a rectangular, typically four-sided, hinged-lid container used in North America for viewing, transporting, and burying or cremating a deceased person. Unlike tapered, six-sided coffins, caskets often feature luxurious linings, handles for carrying, and are made from materials like wood or metal.

Each birthday brings me closer
to ineluctable, inescapable, inexorable... demise,
a melancholy them yours truly doth exercise

whereby I gently (albeit mentally) Italicize
soon yours truly will wrestle with mortality

impossible mission to challenge grim reaper,

also known as Thanatos,

(the actual Greek personification Death)

in Greek Mythology

cuz she/he who will optimize

transmutation of once

garden variety living flesh to visualize

absolute zero breath

roughly approximated every night

when yours truly

lays his head down to rest.

As an atheist,

I accept consciousness of self

(and/or free) will to surrender existence

via one last breath by dint of senescence

or cessation by self imposed choice,

(especially instances involving euthanasia),

where terminal illness(es)

ofttimes promises prolonged

agonizing, festering,

kickstarting, officiating, reprehensible

physical unbearable red zingers),

hence tis fitting and proper

to accept said unavoidable life sentence

given at birth asper ultimate death,
although approximation surmised

when termination of existence limned

in-sync viz keen awareness of mortality,

the dogmatic, electric, fantastic... human body

consigned to house solely lovely bones,
no matter constitution trimmed

to optimal health,

there doth not exist means

to graft eternal longevity and belie

escaping descending into maws of oblivion,

thus impossible to outwit curse to die,

thus necessary yet painful task to accept

with stony silence grave fum foo semper fi
exhibited courtesy garden variety generic guy

especially when joie de vivre

instills this once gun shy
now grown sexagenarian chap

to utter a friendly “hi”

to an anonymous passerby,

this self-induced exposure
re: gestalt therapy tests comfort zone be

cuz, a rush of sheer delight arises

when being amiable, civil,

and exuding Noah Dee - Mand,
but simply reveling

in the infinitesimal linkedin union,

and tis also free

with an asset

to impact positive repercussions

toward those in near proximity �" hee

haw, this euphoric after effect,

when a complete and utter stranger

pleasantly reciprocates and doth smile

and possibly even surprises her/himself

blurting out a verbal greeting, a trial

most unknown pedestrians

seem taken aback,

when a spontaneous impetus to while

away my consciousness aware

that nobody escapes “stay n alive”
the recurrent refrain

courtesy of the Bee Gees,

who set disco afire in every drive-in

and dance hall, whence a brief dalliance

from hated grim reaper truncated wish to jive

until some indeterminate date

of particular choosing,

one would forsake the live

wire coursing across the River Styx,

thru each master fully baited cell

to relish (hot diggity dog) and strive

to maximize the transient personal foray,

when corpse eternally resting in peace

a random fluke of seminal fusion,

where no renewal sans

the chronological leave

essentially forks over beating, mating

and throbbing heart ceases,

where survivors grieve
aware corporeal essence

undergoes decomposition,

and recycled, unless one doth believe

in afterlife, which no challenge made,
yet for me, one generic mortal

thine molecular matter slipped back

into mobius feedback fruit loop

becoming fodder

to sustain other organic matter,

yet I will never know

if thee cellular composition of yours truly

will enrich soil on does scoop

and/or atoms of mine indistinguishable,

where madding crowd doth troop

wherein bajillion microbes
of corpse relish fancy feast

(if one adept to hear vocalizations),

would be analogous to indigenous tribes

as victors voicing war whoop.