Too Much of a Good Thing

Too Much of a Good Thing

Birds fly south and never return.

Sunrise teases the sky but never satisfies.

Hornblowers melt their brass for bullets.

Pilot ejection seats dot the desert.

Rocket engines collapse the coral reef.

Children never get to grow up.

All the trash we’ve tossed in life returns to our backyards.

Plastic bottles insinuate into our bones and bloodstream.

Vaccines stop working.

Fruit flies learn to talk.

Algebra becomes easier than sin.

Not why, but how.

Burn my body on a pyre.

Leave my ashes on a surfboard out to sea.

Throw my things out into the street.

Let the horses stomp them flat.

For this was this, and that was that.