purified

and then creeley dies and

then thompson,
and then someone decides that
rothko’s bones need to be
dug up and moved

first warm day of spring,

and the woman across the street
is standing topless in an
upstairs window

the hole in my back yard is

six feet deep and
ten across,
and it’s no small challenge
crucifying saviors

kill one

and two more spring up

change the station and

whatever song you find sucks
as much as the one you
left behind

nothing worth dying for,

but the man across the street
stands in his driveway
with a gun

laughs at the children when

they run away

isn’t there when his son jumps

the forty feet from the
bridge into the river, but it
probably wouldn’t have
made much of a difference
even if he was

the truth is easiest

when it costs you nothing