desultory in the autumn heat

I hang like a summer cypress

the hazy sun is not strong

but uncomfortable


as a a body roasting

over a low fire

this dead zone

in the changing seasons


has us on a spit

turning and turning until we're done


had I known I'd live

to experience this decline into the elements

I'd have offered my body to the Lion

in the full vigor of my dying fight...chow down kitty...




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