Dust and Salvation

I lay here, dust,
bones of dust
Ginsberg's rot, now feeding earth

shining funeral dirt of Eliot
caught between Jesus and the Buddha

It’s the way of things to give in
break down, elemental

entropy, path of sainted lunatics...

mind giving in, soft fruit
hollow bones,
empty, glass of dust
poised on edge of ruin,
tipping…

Is there salvation?

let it come