October Dust Devils

There are lives ending
All around me
Bodies defying
The very laws
Of gravity
Ribcage addled husks
Still spitting
In the face
Of black-robed spectres

On route
To a predictable grave
They welcome
A command from the sky
To release
Their cold clutches
And scatter gold flashes
Into a world grown drab

Wish them well
Without knowing
The time granted
Or the distance
Each one might travel
But I am envious
Of their final chance to
Witness a thrilling view
Like never experienced
Before setting down
And being laid to rest
With the final sense
Of wonderment
We all deserve