Early Summer Arrives

fear struck rams
launching off a cliff
embankment

fallow dogs shredding
broken corpses
asunder

I wonder
life subjective
elucidated
smells clean or dirty?

I think both
sickly sweet perfume
ravenous tastebuds
exhumed molecules
stick to the tongue
as a cool breeze
exonerates twitching fingers
with a sly nod
delving to a warm creek

morality always
a question
asked softly
after night falls

sweaty bodies
in an early summer

I hear dogs
ravaging something
in the distance

the sick sound
helps me sleep