sideways

where would you go if all you could pack was sorrow
could you walk a straight line to the sun

i remember chasing the dogs
rolling away the bodies
shoo’ing gators from the edge

and i liked it

i liked the blood on my shirt
the meat under my fingernails

i liked seeing butterflies on bones

looking back
there wasn’t much i missed

at least we died together

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Art: Pigma Microns on mixed media paper, 9×12 inches

Poem: by the artist.