Behind the bouquet on her body lies nonsense.

Did the flying fox

come about because

he thought pigs might fly?

Did the trip on the rug

throw him into

another dimension,

or was he just

another body wrapped,

in cotton wool?

What ever did happen

to the man servants

that served the deadliest

of the male species -

the black widow,

there was no fly

on the wall to speak of?

Whose hand used

the bellows that blew

the thought across the ashes

into the fire?

Did the mirror know?

For all moments were reflected

from the mirror somewhere?

He who helps himself

will be forever full

but running on empty.