We passed the bottle 

sitting on the grave talking

about life and dreams 

I heard a slight voice 

crying out above the din

and answered, yes, yes. 

Unfettered by the 

bounds of society, they

toss the chum to sharks 

From my back porch I 

heard the bald eagles across

the creek and was pleased 

We've created a 

world that sucks away every 

last minute (tick, tock). 

It won't come in a 

single cataclysmic act

but from tiny cracks 

Was it a dream or 

a memory or maybe 

some old TV show?