the death of woman

this time im sure

im watching from across

the last million times

ive been quite sure

its not forgettable

the times I was the one

raising the flag

rolling down the stairs

arms akimbo

they always figure it out

many many too lates later

life is not a negotiable instrument

you will miss me

the void will grow forever

burn the bridges

cut the ropes

cry the rivers of tears

clattering with coins

heavy with soiled paper

that poor rabbit never knew

when it stopped growing, or why

heavy ash where the bridges were

she is the other half of life itself

the baby machine

fire up the drones

lets find a healthy few

and make it work