I am yours Kelly Myers
with your heroin heart that exploded.
I am yours Sammy Gomes
with your LSD mind split like a wedge.
I am yours Tony Vogels
with the frontal lobe hemorrhage.
I am especially yours Brock Real,
because I could have saved you
from the crack in your soul.
But I belong to you Mark Zietzma
because you rose from the dead,
like me you rose from the dead.