how do we cope polly with the days after a death go to sleep empty days nothing left you have not even a funeral no one to wait for i see shapes forming inside paintings the polly hears animals and humans another row upon row voice walking toward something waiting for something outside i m looking for an answer the window me and a million others the voices disbelievers ten thousand angels deserted lovers ten thousand dear god you better not let me down this time lives that lived before cracks in the canvas look like roads that never end