If I am killed for simply living. Let death be kinder than man.

And god let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven.

Something with tall soft grass, and sweet reunion.

Let the moths in porch lights go some place with a thousand suns that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole.

May the mice in oil and glue have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies.

If I am killed for simply living. Let death be kinder than man.