Yeah, I've got a couple more.
It's called "Disappeared".
Surprise!
I'm sorry.
[LAUGHTER] "Disappeared."
"I still count deaths I've known,
watch the longest nights of our lives shatter into wine
red slivers, ticking seconds of hope, when no one but us
could stay clean.
Those parched Earth days, all the unseen dangers,
secret enemies living only in our minds,
nameless fears hanging from a single light bulb
above the meeting room table.
I think of general delivery, or that place atheists go
when they're lost, our tree trunk
backs broken as any of the martyrs, the old ones' eyes
darting under 10 gallon hats, Mad Joe comatose in the corner.
I still feel the thirst of those who vanished, so we would not.
We could never gather enough of our rusty weapons
to protect us from those altitudes,
from the God we never knew except in the bottles
we finally smashed on the desert floor, wet eyes watching
shards scatter high as the ice moon.
Everyone was a witness then.
Who could stop their palsied hands?
Who could possibly be still with all that silent keening,
hot grief steaming over goodwill tables in the little house
where three roads met?
Jails, insanity, death, they said.
We turn to each other then.
But your leaving still looms in people's eyes, Dan,
that longing huge as our ruined lives,
and we waited like saints to be cut into perfect gems
by the world we finally entered.
Willingly, some would say.
Right where you are, the old ones still chant each night
over the hallowed book, their faces
shadows of ancient battles and stale air.
Their yellow tipped fingers gripped mine
for the closing prayer, as if it were still our last chance."