rol­ling in off the sea
for the first time
no kind of emo­tion
wai­ting around
des­pite tin­ted eye­glasses
his mus­cu­lar hind­quar­ters
didn’t fit
the lea­ther seat
kee­ping him glo­wing
to heat the room
would acce­le­rate decay
wor­ship­ping the wrong god
when they star­ted
dying wasn’t so much