Un-Pleasantries.

I could not have known; how could I have known?
that I’d be buried alive and fallen steadfastly asleep,
the oxygen was low, dwindling…
the dirt had filled most of my mouth and both nostrils completely,
this happened within what I then approximated to have been:
about a half an hour,
in spite of my conscious efforts to avoid such un-pleasantries;
but, there I was…
underground, and worse yet,
late for the third scheduled appointment with Death;
and once again,
I will not be able to keep the appointment…
he will NOT be pleased.