Ode to Brad
The ground surges over you.
Earth trembles with the strength that you left
oozing through pounds of suffocating dirt and rock.
There is nothing growing were you lie
too much living underneath.
You- stupid teenage beautiful-
raging at 85 miles past half-life.
You only lived an eighth-life.
Laid school girl crushes aside the smoldering Suburban.
The ground rages over you
like you over it-
stupid, indestructible.