Crows have just arrived,
hundreds of them on wires
such a delight, some decorate
skeletal branches, light follows
they disappear, not everything
about darkness is daunting.

You left tiny pieces of yourself
on the dance floor last night
I only noticed because
when I began to sweep
they were still shining
bright

Asteroids out to destroy us and
employers wanting to employ us
is there no end to these catastrophes?

'Give me a home where the Buffalo roam'
and I promise that I'll learn to make glue,
and isn't that what we do,
break things and try to put them together
with glue?

Elsa, ( the lion)
always trying
but you can't fool me
she
never was born free,
and it won't take too long
before all the wildlife has gone,

things die,
look at Ngorongoro
a crater today and
a crater tomorrow,
but once
it was wild and
probably the biggest ever volcano.

Now there's nowhere to go
but to the end
where we're all going.

Every ocean is a drop
In the ocean of a life
and
every life is just a spot
on the edge of the universal knife,
every knife is used to cut away
the trappings that once seemed so gay
and we come back to be
a drop in the ocean
and the ocean is me.