the dining room where we sat

talks
as the dog       or

the heaven-swift cries,

talking
at the eaves     or

the fairy-tales
                       we sat there

      with great ceremony
                       how can you rest
on
your
paws
like
that?

the kitchen in its white
seized the
heart
plucked
from a living bird;

the chairs cut through the belly

                      into
                      the
                      abandoned earth,

into

strangers gliding to the door