You ask me if I believe in resurrection And I gracefully evade your question It’s not that I don’t but rather that I fear you’ll be upset If I don’t appreciate your centrality in the process

Dancing through the local graveyard hasn’t tired you out And you dodge my questions too You do not wish to tell me why you perch on the hospital bed Aquiline and fixated on some distant prey

When I ask you what you’re looking at You tell me The Universe And yet this big place is just far too small To keep the nurses from staring back at you