Advanced Preparation
I feel ready to — prepared to die.
    , that is —
not equipped.  
But the bite marks on my frame scream
Open mouthed.
A pitch only dogs can hear
violence! Violence!
Infinitely empty  : the ether 
    between the quarks
	between the neutrons
                between my cells   your cellsyourteeth
Infinitely neither here, nor
This poem first appeared in Sassafras Issue One.

            
      
      

