Déjà vu
Cicada evening on the lake.
A stand of children throw rocks from a cliff
at a three-legged dog that is too dumb to flee.
The dog looks fished: fashioned of sludge or stolen rib.
Hopping as rocks clotting the water
staccato its would-be-wounds.
Shouting as rocks shatter its image.
A rock pats its skull.
The lake top wavers. Words.
Inconsequential details.
Night falls and who is to blame?
Cicada buzzsaw oscillating
every atom in space.
After Eden, it says,
nature was given to nature,
animal to man to cancer.
Cicada sunrise.
The flies are a function.
The dog is processed by the sun.