At The End
When I died I stayed
upright for a bit and ran
across fifteen states
looking I suppose
for you and all the others
who poked fun at me.
After finding out
what had become of you all
I let go with my toes
and drifted off key,
let the B string snap for good,
and splintered my wood,
watching it sidle
down to rest on those glass rocks.
I stripped down to bone.
January 5, 2015 7:40 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.