Dead Soup Language

Marriages last as fences do.

My second was held together by

a few bent wires near the end.

The poles rotten and

leaning towards the Earth

allowing the night coyotes

to leap over and pluck one

meaty chicken after another

from their perch, and devour

them in the

underbrush at dawn.

…

The coyote does what he does

and will do it again and again

as all the animals know.