Elephant Plague

I told the steetlight
I was feeling
sick
from the bottom
of a road
flooded with vomit
It blinked
three or four times
before succumbing
to its own illness
I sprawled my ghost body
on the sidewalk
to welcome the inevitable
and before I died
I saw an eagle
slowly flying towards
the ground
Its right wing
weighed down
by the ashes
of a billion
dollar bills