Between Something and Nothing you chose that which in
      truth is Nothing!

For whom are you intended, wine in the corked bottle?
Through whose veins will you send your merry little flame

What’s the reason for your sudden laughter, butcher,
while you stand next to that which only a moment ago was
      living, peeling her skin off as if it were an expensive dress

 

 

The mouse is golden,
and so is the turtle, and the spider, 

 

someone who in that instant
is preoccupied with thoughts of suicide
is forced by nature’s call