Dying

when it's my turn
I'll walk into the hills
past skeletons, bones
licked clean by Coyote
warmed white by the sun

I'll walk far as I can
Coyote will blaze
in my eyes --
the sun on his back,
howling the wind

says Coyote --
Want me to lick you?

I'll say yes

he'll start in a flash
licking the world's dirt
out of my pores
like I was his pup

his tongue is a feeling
I'll know only once

working me down
to a litter of bones
licked clean by Coyote
warmed white by the sun