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