After murderous fall of moon, after starving cat's croon,
my body remains.
After getaway car turns to rust, after skyscraper scatters as dust,
my body remains.
After milk carton goes missing, after women disposed in kissing,
my body remains.
After the cackling retreat, after the burying buzz of her words on repeat,
my body remains.
After greeting card ages yellow, after whiskey tastes mellow,
my body remains.
After white suburb tastes of ****, after inner-city tastes black death,
my body remains.
After fifth or sixth televised war, after commercial break bore,
my body remains.
After drunken desperation, after belated bedroom exasperation,
my body remains.
After propaganda pill-popping, after church pew splinter sopping,
my body remains.
After farm fields on fire, after ***** clothes hung on wire,
my body remains.
After open casket sorrow, after sympathy borrow,
my body remains.
After winter of extreme tire, after binge and pyre,
my body remains.
After tearing nostalgic shoreline, after parking fine,
my body remains.
After dumbfound pride, after proving my hide,
my body remains--
awaiting a whitewash of hot rain,
awaiting a ***** cradle free of pain,
awaiting a salty crest daydream,
awaiting a snip from the seams and--
sweet release.
- From Anna and the Symphony