This is how it happened.
Yesterday on my way to work.
I stepped on a dead toad….
Your face came/ in a flash
An electric shock/ of sorts…
Buckley, I will never hear
your voice again. So please play
this one last. Soft, so we can hear
the men cry. You become so small.
A stamp or a xerox copy.
You/I never know when to heal.
Created: Jan 20, 2010Document Media