genesis

© Lou Ros

the knight


of the road made a night
of it all, she recalled. then she killed her dog - fleshy.


with sense


of inventing the dead
dog swallowed the problem of meaningfulness - or what worms


represent


in material form.
it didn't solve her insomnia, once more, so she died with a bare-


footed lie -


flashy. with a head
undeniable worn to a thread the fed knight didn't find


his way out


of her corpse, stuck,
he died by exposure - fleshy fleshy even flashy.


only


the blackbeetle's still,
in compliance with mourning, hit, hidden -