An indecisive soul snaps
at its own heels.
Dragging a subliminal leash
around an internally imposed arbor.
It gnaws the remains of reason
until the flesh is gone
and only the marrow remains.
Fleas feast on a fading reflection,
consuming a corpse in confusion.
And the world despairs of a dying dog that won’t heel
so they shake their shining cartridges...
...and shoot him.