A child's corpse
Begins to cook
In the noonday sun
A single fly
Lands
On one milky eye
Cicadas sing
Dust devils rise
And a round is chambered
Put down the newspaper
And take another sip
Of my French Vanilla Latte
The child's corpse
Begins to bloat
In the afternoon sun
Swarms of flies
Cover
It's milky eyes
The cicadas are quiet
The dust has settled
And a round is fired
While I
Take another bite
Of my Caesar Salad
And reach for the iced tea
Another child's corpse
Is basking
In the sunset
A single dog
Sniffs the air
For it's location
The dog barks
The evening air shifts
And a truck's engine starts
While I
Put down my book
Reach for the light
And quickly switch it off
