inhale

the air is discomforting
apathetic to the seismic collapses
within the very bodies
that breathe it

knee deep in burial grounds
and tombstones
the haughtiness of life
mocks me with its wind
its breezing, raining, absolving

i need this earthly air more than it needs me
heavy, polluted, and unlevel

so i have no other choice
but to inhale