I don't know if you get it.

He sat upon a bluff
and looked out
upon the tree tops
and saw that the air
hanging in the midst
of the cliffs didn't care
about who or what
fell to the depths
and fell until their life
meant nothing less
then a bitter sweet
obituary, their carcasses    
that is, leaving the remarks
of bliss and arbitrary fits
of reminiscing teens
sitting on cliffs
without the idea
of what was wrong
with the kids
that originally sat
upon the bluff
without even realising
how fucked up life was.



Fuck.