Nothing is Forever

You said I was like the coyote, 
standing in the clouds,
a trickster god
as long as he doesn’t look down.

But you know 
how it goes. 

The audience says please
and who am I,
to say no.

I don’t walk right anymore
since they took my skin
my blood
and left only bones.

And you know
how it goes.

I cock a thumb,
no one stops.

My heel grinds down
with each step,
leaving a dotted line of white dust
on a black road

(so you can follow).

There’s nothing in this skull anymore -
the birds took their share.

This is
how it goes.

Can you believe it?

I’ve forgotten that
bones don’t hold themselves 
together.

(please turn me around
before) 

I realize
nothing might just 
last forever.