Suppose
In some hollow sanctum
Of the obsequious masses
A fulgent fiend’s offhanded compliments
Initiated a ’til-the-death
Country cook-off
Brats versus beans

Then the castoff silt
Of freshly-toppled ruins
Unearthed an undiscovered sarcophagus
Housing a dressmaker
Of sartorial genius
Cat-scratched to death
By his own house pet
Buried alive
To partake in his afterlife

But all that remained of Kitty
Were her teeth marks
On his putrid flesh
And a vacant dugout
Outside the holey coffin body
Perhaps

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“Supposition”
© Jane Bled 2018
All Rights Reserved.

Pretty sure Kimu would eventually eat my corpse if left to his own devices.

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