That little body of a decaying mayfly
almost burnt from the summer heat

someone traipsed on it. Crunch
my heart and its bone

brittle and weak
we both break like the hammer

on a chocolate bar, a gorilla accidentally
stepped on a mini pickle stashed jar. But

unbeknown of the tragedy, lost in my own
tsunami, to escape the ruin I squander

your love,
my pearl

out of the window. Little broken ivories
scatter mercilessly on the fragmented corpse. Sunlight

graze them like dew stars shining odd
decorating the black hole. Somehow a worm

crawls over the pile of bad omen
to reach its home underneath that soil, without cajole.