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.