In Skowhegan people die.
In Brooklyn people die.
In Altoona and Galesburg and Osawatomie,
in Seminole and Shamrock,
in Santa Rosa, and Snowflake, and Overton,
and Portersville, and Fresno people die.
They just drop off of census lists
and fall out of phone books
forever. Written into diaries and out of wills
their lives evaporate into the sky
and are inhaled by children
playing tag in a neighbors driveway.
It was in Pico Rivera that you happened to die
Jason, just this past weekend in fact,
while I vacationed in Ventura
and soldiers scrambled for peace
through Kuwaiti sands
and Good Morning Vietnam finally