Someday
I will drink my own thirst
with water, salted
from the deepest ocean,
palate cold,
tongue fierce
ferocious and unforgiving
like a religious life
well led.

Out on the sand plains
in that savage place
where the hammer meets the anvil
I found Lazarus,
still looking for a meaning
to his everlasting life,
he said he wanted to be
the hero of his own story
the singer of his own song
I put my hand on his shoulder,
my lips to his ear
and told him to stay the fuck away from Facebook.