Yesterday the ever-present dead trees that lined my childhood road
Decended deep into the stream,
Killed a woman
One soul
Smashed deep against the windshield
And with drops of coconut blood
And leftover grocery lists
And sunken perfume
How could it be like this?
But man
What a way to go
A funeral procession of thousands
Stopped for miles
Wondering
What could you have been?
Your ten-milisecond
Moment of fame
And the hours after you cease to know
Like the most
unfortunate poet
They saw you for what you were
And wondered...
It was you
God chose you
And brought you home with the gleaming face
Of a modern-day
natural
Valkyrie
I went the back way that day
After becoming impatient for an exit
Ironic
Really
And so I guess you came into my mind
Absently
Knowing that every plaque in the continental
Artery
Is you acting a little bit too quickly
So I looked you up on the phone
And said thanks
For whatever you did
As a soul
Here and back again
Unexpected.