This poem is called "Blue Like Death"
and it's a poem about failure.
"You see, the problem is no more for the road.
Moon fails in snow between the moon and you.
Your eyes ignite the way that butterfly
should move had you not killed it in a dream of love.
The road forked back and will fork again
the day you earn your lies, the thrill of being what you are.
When shacks begin to move and coyote's killed the dreams,
you keep safe at home in jars.
The girl let you out.
She prized your going the way some people
help a drunk to fall.
Easy does it one, two, three and let him lie.
For he was blue and dirt is where the bones meet.
You met his eyes out there where the road dips and children
whip the snake, you called Frank to death with sticks.
Now you understand, the way is not your going but an end.
That road awaits the moon that falls between the snow and you,
your stalking home."