god's will, belated
a simple thing like
rain on mondaylike opening the door to the
room of hanged mena bloodless act
this house with
the windows painted whitewith a dog chained to a tree
in the front yardsomeone's daughter crying behind
a locked door
while the cameras rollnot rape but profit
not anywhere but nowhere
and the car fueled by bloodone hand on the wheel
the other missingthe rope impossible to tie but
the trigger still a possibilitythe question of
inward or outwardcobain or lennon or
maybe something more profound
like rothkoself-hatred transformed
into a fist
