Looking at you

As the convoy rolls in

On sullied tires;

I feel the rumble of bumpers collide

Your hands;

Are not fully cognizant

Of the pavement,

Although cruising along

At an acceptable pace

…Down the trail

On toward my demise

 

There are more efficient ways

To eradicate the essence

Than to scatter its ashes

Along the curbsides

Of resentment,

Amid nonchalant chaos,

And on the footsteps

Of an airstream

 

But you do things the hard way

Never for a moment aware

That

We all look empty

From a doorway

Waving our goodbyes

With tear streaked faces

And unfilled palms

But

The door shuts

And life perseveres

Whether we pray for it

Or not

 

I will rise

In the shadows

Of a perfect sentence

In the corner

Of your favorite room

In the glazed eyes

Of your mechanized lover

 

And you will see that

Love and death

Are not interchangeable parts

 

But collective

Collaborators

In the engine

Of your misplaced life