Egress [“With a wrecked heart, I looked at the dipping storm”]

With a wrecked heart, I looked at the dipping storm

             and asked, away from your mother, where are you going now?

And I swear I could hear him, storm,

                       say, if  I die, nobody will know

until my body starts to furrow,

               until the wind picks up the scent

of my dying. There is a stock of crabgrass 

in the corner,

lightning in the distance, in the swirling sand 

              and street dirt, there is a man on the

              side

of the road shoveling compost

    out of his truck, onto the earth of his lawn.