what was never explained, but left a lasting mark

shot with canon eos rebel

the mark of life

much like the beast

gave bread just the same

no sense banked into the

seed of me, no diamond

unearthed, i trotted on

machine like. what prevents us

from crawling under the lattice

porch to lie in the cool dirt.

Plant roses before the grave

The night reflecting upon its

sincerest darling, a woman

with eyes closed, head tucked

into her knees, a knotted bow