here is how the body dies:
the heart stops, its parameters
unfulfilled— for a moment or a
lifetime. once the blood goes
stagnant, the brain asphyxiates.
in its collapse, images might
flash across the theatre of the
mind. they are only illusions.
after one hour, there is no more
brain activity. then begins the
flow of junglebirds from the
chest— screaming macaws, comet
sicklebills, twirling astrapia,
waltzing parotia, kings-of-saxony—
all very dragon / little passerine—
and then the medics pluck the
feathers from your apartment and
two weeks later your estranged
nephew moves in.
