I remember when I was 21
unfurl is the word I used
my little flag and mast
now I’m stuffing it into the sack
so no one can see
like a body I’ve murdered
my own
being thundered into the desert for burial
I worked at a copper mine
where people would come to kill themselves
lay their ID down by the side of the road
and blow their brains over the tarmac
so security could find them
like a sacrificial altar to copper
blood to blood
they say there are infinite beginnings but only a few endings
each year that passes trims the fat of fate
so you know just where you’re going
only so many turns left
lift me from the Mississippi brother
I’m still breathing