Rudy Lis
As you lay dying
Poppies are reddening
Bursting wide open
Revealing their seeds
Tastes like the water that beads on white skin
As you lay dying
Morphine and ice cream
Staining your sheets and confusing your mind
And it reminds me
They still get paid when you die
They took the heart right out of you
How did it feel to be twenty-six degrees
With your body split
Leaking all about your legs
Could you hear me call
From your mountaintop
Crawling through the snow
Crawling through the blood to say