blue crows froze like black bells on the snowy spring path. this moment will be eternal. at least it can be repeated indefinitely. you can’t fool death in a glass hood in a mirrored alley. facing death is like stopping time and finally destroying the whole lonely crowded world. each of us was stolen at birth and brought into this world. this world has robbed us like a kitten sinking its fangs into an already dead, sticky fish. fishermen rest. you’ll never bury me inside your head. ears cleaned, trash thrown out, texts and emails checked. you’ve long since put me out of your head. like thoughts torn from the body. white lights of transparent matter are everywhere. crumple me back into clay. don’t put me in the cemetery = let it all be traceless and unheard. and the snow has nowhere else to fall.