5
Like Crane’s bedlamite — I nervously
descended down the bridge.
The carrier swinging
like a pendulous evil — sinking,
we slid down its side.
I felt myself inside the weight
of the carrier — lifted by a force
beyond me — maybe trapped
or freed.
6
We steal something
of value — with no intentions
of returning it.
7
We pick a sepulchral
corner over the damp land —
place the old cat in the shadows
hoping our effluvia won’t reach the living
but only to inspire them.