Dogs 2007

MURDER WITHIN
(1/2/07)


he sat there
sweat on brow
blood on hands
immobile
a personal eclipse
cutting him off
from the light
of the living
slowly
and
irreversibly

vision darkened
he remained to hear
his discovery

feeling nothing
he heard the efforts
of moving his body
and the disgust
in their voices
concerning the burden
before them

"what a mess"

"would hate to clean up after this one"

he felt sorry
for them
and wanted to say
that everything
was fine now
the janitorial chore
required
much less
than the one
necessary
to continue
his personal cesspool
of corporeal
existence

he heard
the zip
of the body bag
the lifting grunts
of his movers

and
somewhere
more distant

a familiar
muffled
sobbing