You don’t ever wonder
about the way you’ll
find to die?
To hang or bang
or crash or drown?
Maybe I obsess
too much
about death
and pain
and ways to
go down
down;
drown.
I felt it first
from the edge
the ship thrust
just one more
tiny tilt
wave come early
a crash come loudly
push you up
and pitch you over
until the universe makes certain
you experience brevity
of gravity
speedily.