5/30: Working towards death

i would take my small bow saw,
maybe lay it flat and next to my
aged trowel, if i had one.

if i had one, i'd put it in my
shed that sits along the violets,
maybe i'd hang it on the wall
near the shovel.

one day, i'd go get that saw
and cut through wood with a
purpose; conquering, with grace,
the how to's of, i don't know, let's say,
a coffin.

that day, i'd also take the shovel
and dig a hole; wait, maybe years,
for someone to die.