The time has come for me to go
Into the wilderness of sleep
With death clacking at my heels
Where the bowels of the desert
Kill the distraught churches of sanity.
And the cougar drags her offspring
across the jeweled sand by its neck
Entrails from her baby wander this way and that
not unlike the tail of a kite.
The cougar drops her newborn
disappears into dry heat
All is as it should be
The day arrives
When the poignancy of grief eases.