Because it seemed more intersting than making a powerpoint presentation...

If I should wake before I die,

with crows and pigeons standing by

to bear me up into the sky,

pray the moon will watch and wait.

Boulders that before me rise

insurmountable in size,

landscape I should recognize,

only she will contemplate.

Across the path coyote lies,

years dancing over twilit eyes,

smiling at the slow demise

of my fragile shell, at fate.