there is a body in the garden
glassy flesh chunks
gravitationally pulling
chilled cuts placed neatly
into a black hole
screams noiseless, no traction
a steady rope towing in
while the impending doom mocks
or is it a locamotive unwavering
to the terminal maximum entropy
into a black hole
apologize to the stars quietly watching
for all that will be left is an image frozen in place before it was too late












