On the canvas,
I was drawing only the feet-
in run.
No heads, no torsi.

Was it a dark vision,
when you found the inert bodies,
crowding the summit?

Primates had already devised
the sponge, to gather up
the answers.

Geraniums become blind-
after their involvement,
in sorcery.

Making an inventory of
fugitives, no body was left at
home, when fire broke out.