birds they be feastin after 2 days of showers
and death there be 2 now in 24 hours:
yesterday's funeral, myles was just four
near the next state, on the south side so far
and in that state, the next day, a man near a century
lived in a town of three hundred fifty
breathed his last laughing breath when they pulled the plastic plugs
and the grave plot he's saved, they'll soon begin to dig
so in between there's some jewboy who wants to live live live live
cuz he recognizes life and he's in love love love love
and at the same time this death stuff make him why? what? huh? why?
cuz the 4 year old had a brain tumor especially
but i will live & love cuz i ain't forgettin
the songs they sang with myles' coffin open
and the travelin that ol' grandpa ron did when
there was no bullshit worldwide web to check in
(nonetheless i'll take my travel writer
and do my damned best to excite her
and introduce her to a rabbi & love
while she kisses my flowers with life)
written 4.26.09
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