Intersection of Bluebird and Hardscrabble, Arizona

I put words in the mouths of gods

While they put ashes in mine.

I am a terrible human being

But was a passable alien

For a long, long time. Remember

We are all ashes where we come from

And all ashes where we return,

But I'll grant you the story is all

In the middle between the storyless

Dust that started us and the storyless

Dust that we, however just

Or injust our story, must be.