my apathy will succeed
in drowning you faster
than my excuses ever will

i have never been
the selfless sort

bodies wash up
on my graying shores
and lay rotting for weeks
until my neglect
dissolves them

sometimes i sit
in their powered remains
just staring
as their vapours 
threaten to choke me

amidst a haze
of death
i wonder
why i had never 
stopped myself 
from becoming
utterly detached.

(reading detachment)