Lesser evils pile 

up like buffalo skulls so

high they block the sun

 Your guns won't save you

from death since we all die in

the end, without fail 

They stare at fading 

faces in photos so old

they can't recall names

Kill the messengers

but word still leaks out for the

truth can't be murdered 

The boat cannot right 

itself unless we begin 

to meet amidship

The tulip's petals 

dropped off one by one like lost

hours in the day

Fling your cares out of

the car window and watch them 

disappear in dust