Eulogy

8/4/24

…and all the trees could cascade into seams
and knots and stitches. before i’d let them
touch you—touch me—touch any damn thing!

and the sun could turn her back to the grass
and leaves and trees. before i’d let them
burn you—burn me—burn any damn thing!

and you could flip your heels and walk away
and run and run and run. before I’d let me
love you—hate me—miss every damn thing!

and the world could circle over and over
and over and over. before I’d forget I
love you—hate me—and every damn thing!

and the Earth could scorch in your wake
and rest and death. before I’d shake the
still-you—still-me—still-every-damn-thing!

and until the air rejects your final breath,
know, to the God you met, I’d let all the
seams, leaves, grass, and trees automate
to your final breath, and I love you—
and I hate me—and every damn thing
to the grave.