Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—

Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future

I guess it was you all along. Why did I have to see it so late? No wonder I have glasses. Get some for my heart, too Preferably with bifocals.

I sat down Opened the drawer Took out a pen And cut. Scissored my wrist

Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—