Suitable Strata

Dead fall
Out your window
We all saw it go

You said you tried to stop

You calloused your skin
Purposeful
And you swallow your voice
And you swallow your protest
And you swallow your blood

Street cleaner jumped the curb
Started buffing the sidewalk
Tore up the road verge
Displacing a mess of the earth
It left worse than before

Went searching for suitable strata
To bury your body cozy and close
Decompose to eternally better view

I regret that it wasn't much use
I regret not all that I said
But what I said that wasn't to you
I regret it's all I can do

I guess there's something off about
What's underneath us, I don't know
I guess there's something else
I could have done or left alone
I guess there was some surface that
We left perfectly still and when
You saw our odd reflection
I guess that was the hardest part, I don't know