except dark grey like the barrel of a gun
and just as ready to burst.
A high pressure no sunshine system
we got here,
but tacos I got and tacos I eat.
Abraham kills Isaac,
God stops him not. What of that
story and that time?
I avoid what I cannot understand,
but rather I read
the op-ed than the comic strip.
The flowers on my casket:
paint them grey and green,
a tiny bit of red.