A skeleton of a building, rusted
tin roof, two horses, noble
but
a few cows and sheep are grazing
near the barbed wire fence some
with their heads poking through
nearby coming out of the woods
the sunbeams on the blond hair of
a Labrador retriever lost on dirty
backroads where he laid like a
junkie on blankets of needles
in his mind the silver canoe
moon floats around the sky
presumably celestial fisherman
cast out their lines and reel
in souls like they were selfish
like they sea shells around
our hearts and they want to
smash them against rocks or
throw them off cliffs until their
is nothing left but bone
dust.