Underwood Cottage
Part One
Sleeping dogs dream,
of their escapades
in every warzone
upon the floor surface
expanding from fruition.
They dream
a tangible: "a2 + b2 = c2"
proven fact.
Lain in stone,
like epitaphs
among the tombs of DNA
patently, so proven, patently so.
No wonder...
you wait a while:
"It is safe to turn off your computer"
Hear them breathe and snore before
the fire's heat
before accidents of cars and birth
which call to us,
repeatedly, creating
echoes humming,
vibrating us, asleep.
Admiring dreams
snoring
with dispassionate disbelief
while everything goes on...