SM (11/28/63 - 01/26/06)

Do not rest

in peace. Rage.

Roll over in your

grave. Rattle your

cage. Haunt the

night, ceaselessly.

I will taunt

your suicide

with the audacity

of staying alive.

Until the tree is

bare and all

the leaves

are raked up

into patient

little piles.

Waiting

their turn

to be lit

on fire.

Waiting

to be

ash.