After

 

 

gaze of a dying pig next to a dead pig

a rainbow drained of yellow

 

the moment I am filled

by the hole that pierces through the mirror

 

I merry-go-round

to the childhood of the end

 

forward, forward

since tears are round

 

when are you saddest?

when I laugh like a child

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gnu Herd

 

 

Cross the river

 

with your death as a shield –

 

Grief asks

 

why

 

nothingness

 

fears annihilation