A Villain Laid Here



Walk he did. Run he did. Anything

he did. The dry shells dead beaches live sea

By the clock in the sky he made them ring

like small bells on the neck of a drone bee.

Far from bed sucking live flesh like a sponge

dampened wet dreams in the back of a car

A car, any car, making the soft plunge.

Juices soak his cells, the fall not so far

but close. So near. So dear. a flapping flag

wavers disposition, a pulsing clock

The sea of dry shells dropped in a bag

Anything he did. Run he did. Hide or walk

he did the secret thing on the table

There is no bag but there is a label.