A plastic bag of pills and things
I placed upon the file box
Replacing papers I had handed to the cops
Their bright lights cut when they pulled up
To stop a suicide or what
I remember what you took
Four cents, some tissue, your smokes, and hat
Then you were whisked away like ash
Now what before was once a man
All but a bag has left
I sat and wrote and on heart choked
For all of satan's theft