how to not make waste;
cry over everything so
pain does not go to
the flies over graves.
let it go to art or love
maybe something sane.
water your plants each
waking day so they can live
but when it comes time
for burning season,
cry over everything so
they know you miss them.
the fields are empty
now / a cremation of your
dust you couldn't have saved
anyone/ so you
exist in utter shame and
return to our dust.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
how to not make waste;
cry over everything so
pain does not go to
the flies over graves.
let it go to art or love
maybe something sane.
water your plants each
waking day so they can live
but when it comes time
for burning season,
cry over everything so
they know you miss them.
the fields are empty
now / a cremation of your
dust you couldn't have saved
anyone/ so you
exist in utter shame and
return to our dust.