---YEP.  NOPE.  YEP.

Sap

I am a horse

so beat to death

I’ve become glue.

Have you noticed?

The gloom cupboard

is overstocked with

broken bones

and marrow

singing with flies

and fleas

and a hoard of

starved termites

that have worked their

way across the room

gnawing on my toes

my ankles

my once brown eyes

leaving a mess of crumbs

and splinters behind

for the poor sap

who finds what’s

left of me.

Hello. Goodbye.

Hello eagle.

Hello beaver.

Hello death,

leaning over my shoulder

with your foul

dust cloud breath.

Hello lake.

Hello house across the lake.

Hello death with your razor

nails scraping my jugular.

Hello wine glass.

Hello Cabernet.

Goodbye death.

It’s time to watch

the pink sun sink,

watch the weight of it

crush your flimsy chest

while I sip and laugh

you away for good.