Basket

It was next to normal
But you already had the rope tied around your neck
Nice and neat, like a businessman.
And your business was none of mine,
And our business was none of theirs.

You dropped me a cornucopia of fruit from the tree of knowledge as you pulled yourself out of the fire in a basket.
I burn as you turn.

I mix my ashes in the concrete.
I stir
and stir.

But I already ate all of the fruit you gave me.

I sought your basket
but the rope was gone -
Tied once again around your neck

Cravat.

I rolled my stone away and it found you dozing by the sea
with a lemon in your drink and fruit in your hand.

It found you and it pulled you in -
in where you belong,
to the sea so deep it feels like fire.

And there is no basket to lift you out.