Goodbye

You never praised over wine,
oh, that perfect architect of fresh memories
from our perennially agonizing present!
You slipped into (existence?) by just the gift of breathing
and yet, were one of the many rotting cogs
around here,
sweating the heavy reps of living out and into space,
never crushed under the weight
of a poem, a war chant or an orgasm.
Your flesh, my dear, defined "oblivion"
long before any birth ever graced this world.​