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.