When it ends, when heaven comesnangels are executioners,nand cold steel will be the new colors of the Gap.nWe will use leaf blowers from the Home Depot to clean up the hair and bones.nThe scars on our wrists will open.nSome of us will faint before we sleep,nBecause no one picked up at the NYSE.nWe'll count and compare the flowers on our graves and see whose mothers loved them more.