At night I lay my head to rest and note the micro-lamp below
My desk that shines green as nature and strikes wonder with every glow
I see your little spark of sunlight captured on the tiles
And sleep my deep slumber of apehood with your last act a gift of smiles
In the morning ‘ere I wake
I do a double take
You are no longer living
As life is unforgiving
I busy myself in the waking hours with the things us humans must
Consumed by emotional distress and what little pleasures we can trust
At night I lay my head to rest and just before I close my eyes
Your little glow-in-the-dark butt shines brightly despite your earlier demise
Was it your life’s effervescence
That’s responsible for your post-mortem incandescence?
Did you love so much in your beetle way
That your glow remained after your judgement day?
Was your life so full and rich
That death himself could not hit the off-switch?
I hope that I could learn from you and your shining rear
That in the years which find me both productive and long
When my family put me in the kiln and my body is no longer here
That my life was lived full like yours, so much so, I still keep a light on