I am the aftermath
the train wrecked
the car crash
the plane that fell from
the sky,
but I ask
why so?

As Grant used to say,
'why not no?

nothing's clear to me
and that should be
patently obvious.

Peacefully disintegrating
I am the twenty one grams
lost in death and
waiting to go
Bernardo mentioned it
( the weight )

I wonder, does he really know?

I just borrowed it from a
line he wrote in a poem he penned,

this should be the end
but it never is.