lucky
was pissing
on the
corpse of
a dog when
kenny
stepped out
from be
hind the
dumpster
& shot him
the 12
gauge
double ought
buck took
everything
hanging
between his
legs &
knocked
him against
a big
black wall
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore