When you die alone
nobody beside you to see
your heart erupts through your chest
and a thousand tiny people crawl out.
Some of them climb down the bedside
and build condos in your carpet;
others climb up the lamp
and start hang gliding businesses.
Still others make their way
down the stairs and out into the garden
where they ride on great snails’ backs
singing wistful cowboy songs
in memory of your greatness.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
When you die alone
nobody beside you to see
your heart erupts through your chest
and a thousand tiny people crawl out.
Some of them climb down the bedside
and build condos in your carpet;
others climb up the lamp
and start hang gliding businesses.
Still others make their way
down the stairs and out into the garden
where they ride on great snails’ backs
singing wistful cowboy songs
in memory of your greatness.
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