Nobody knows what you must do
Not even the dogs who settle for crumbs know what you must do
Some benefit from your loss,
Others are left behind teddy bears
One cracks the edge of a wine glass with their teeth
Another plucks a lit cigarette from the mouth of an exile
One pilgrimages to graves to arrange their decay
Another forgets the name of a lover and cracks with joy
Nobody knows what you must do
Not even the dead, nor your heart, or your mother,
Not even God cares much about doing things
that aren’t breaking news
Somebody is laying down to die right now
Someone else is making love with a fatal wound
Another knows no one will ever find them there
Still none of them know what you must do
