diamonds fall from my mouth,
blood up there in the mountains somewhere;
something for everybody.
everybody dies,
but everybody tries to forget that.

i'll share a cigarette with you
if you happen to have brought a lighter.

i know,
i always forget something.

last november i found a dead hawk
lying in a ditch while out for a stroll.

i took it home and buried it beneath
the same tree i have buried all my pets under.

we are all so very small.
we always forget that.
i try not to.