Startled, the bad-
omen black cat stares
at you, a voyeur suddenly here
in this stark room, uninvited,
it thinks, by the young,
pig-tailed girl whose skin
(ten shades duller than its bright
feline eyes) squirms with the intricate

pattern of maggots. Now

you cannot not see
the perched flies of eyebrows,
their green and blue bodies twitching
above her dead-sea eyes
that watch you hatching
into her, your un-combed hair
tied-up by trespass, your mind
her infested larvae of plague.