A Stevie

Destroyer of the apex
To tear out his eyes

They serve no purpose

But how will he know if he's happy?

The warmth in him
Having vanished
Years ago

His body
Teetering on the ledge
Of a freeway over-pass
Indisposed

Arms spread
like a crucifix

The sun behind him
Like an orange shotgun blast

The wind
Pushing against his body

Happiness
In the roar
Of the engines below

Heaven

Is not
A place