• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 05


My fate,
No paradise in Atlantic burrow,
No mating with calico guy, a hero.
But hissing water engulfing me alive.
Alas, not a single vegan soul in sight.

My tomb,
No Flemish bottom of the sea,
No lace-like sand grain, totally free.
But boring still life of an ancient genius.
Alas, kidnapped fruit; comrades in suffering.

My rebirth,
No resurrection in 2023 as the top dog,
No renaissance in Utah as the Ham Rock.
But bustling dog forced to pose in 1631.
Alas, cherry-eating monkey still nearby.