do you see the glass
sprinkled across the road like constellations?
do you see the moonlight
making it look like the glitter remnants of a party?
I am
broken, bruised, and bleeding
but my bone reflects the moonlight reflecting the sun,
and I have become a part of the skies
and my blood looks like the sunset
and I am fading.
I have not died for love like I wanted to,
I have not died for fear like I thought I would,
but I have died for beauty
and isn't that the same?
all love is as transparent as ghosts
and neither are gentle.
don't cry those starry tears for me
just fall beside me on the gravel
where the only place to look is up.
it's a roadside religion
but don't ask where the gods are. there are none.
there is only me and you and the scavengers.
lay with me on the road
and watch the birds circling.
it may seem suicidal
but the headlights look like twin moons
and we can pretend to be someplace else
another planet
where we will not be destroyed.
but life always destroys itself in the end
as all the old tragic poets will say
in their own sort of hubris.
but let's not think of them tonight
and watch the stars in all their glory
start to fall.
I always knew I'd die like this,
chasing something
but never moving.
darling, don't close your eyes,
just fall with me and shatter in the next car's path.
it's a roadside religion
but don't ask where the gods are. they destroyed themselves.
