It’s okay to dieStanding upA beetle-eatenPine on the slopeOf Mt. Baldy
You’re not aloneOne day you justLie down in the brownNeedle-hay that was youTo begin with
Failure to thriveComes naturallyTo trees and childrenWhen the mother smokesAnd the father drinks
Mine did bothAt the same timeIn the blue FairlaneDriving to FloridaWith the windows up
It comes as a reliefThe falling downMotionless finallyTo nap insideYour mortality
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