#2,408 Still Breathing

These air molecules’ll include
an emperor’s exhale [last sigh
off his ancient lungs – his gulp
of foreign life] – we will recycle
under this vast clouded dome
of final breath – Misted glass a
childhood canvas for fingers &
mild obscenities – huffs out to
obscure by a wash of puffs & a
quick trace to make my marks
in that glaze – who also used it
too? A miry graffiti evaporated
[this verse my auld age traces]