Overseas (Epilogue)

Fried death washed down with Coke
 Comfortable how I post, divided the gross
 At four of they kitchen tables surrounded by ghosts
 Ghanaian grandmother watching American soaps
 "Yo, she don't speak no English?"
 He shrugged like "Let's go"
 As far as the rest don't really remember
 Being honest, it's just another day in September
 Looking back, he knew it was over when he said "Chances are slender"
 What composure? Bury me at sea
 One last photograph stiffed in blood streaked
 Bury me a G on repeat
 Your story don't add up like Warren G
 Genuflected
 Grabbed the feet, heaved him in on three
 Each man sinks with the sum of they deeds
 Cassette tapes delivered by couriers, the consolutes anonymous
 A great weight lifted, yet felt listless, ocean bottomless
 Save the date down there with the crabs and octopus
 Set the bait, wait, watching yourself through binoculars