Rubix reported a lingering dread
- an idiosyncrasy of this particular
model, although a noble sentiment –
filed undisclosed natural causes;
we all know what that means.
They’ll gibbet Cassis as an example
for striking pins at this level:
life isn’t all beer and skittles
when dealing decks a fatality situation.
Alone in a hotel room,
a light whisper of a night-train
flutters just above the roof,
taps enough to imply the wind
and talk of the sea it’s from.
Picking at the nightmares between
reality and dream, Cassis, half-
sitting, may become a regular
footnote stranger, dissolving tears
in alcohol to avoid making a scene.
Havoc has been wrought
on his midbrain by alternating
sedatives and stimulants.
Rolling up the tag like
a little newspaper, reining in
a bucket from a mossed well,
Noir retrieves a teabag
from Cassis' mug.
We imagine the procession:
two files like heavy curtains
breezing each other
as the mourners wobble
in their short, slow steps;
Rubix smoking because,
like most actors, she knows
not what to do with her hands.
In our darkest reflections, of love and death,
our thoughts are potent with the Colonel.