A motorcycle accident
Whistling softly
Through blades of grass
Is my half-mother where she did
Come to rest
Feet from the flaming wreck?
Another shovel breaking sod
And I try my best to get drunk
So what's the big idea
That keeps wine and spirits
From entering my brain?
The birds of prey
Fall from the sky
Swiping fried chicken
From our hands
I draw my lunch in close
As my brother gestures
With a hard-boiled egg
A sound from hell
The vultures make
As they swarm around the still-born
Is my half-mother where she did
Come to rest
Feet from the flaming wreck?