Samson had no eyes and a bald head

when God gave him the nod and strength

to kill himself. The columns came down

after Vesuvius erupted and fossilized

the bodies. Sometimes I’m so happy

I want to be covered in ash and laid

to rest beneath my maple tree or left

to rot roadside where bees could make

honey in my rib cage. Life is so sweet

at a standstill, in simple brushstrokes

on a painter’s canvas. There the lion

looks like glitter, volume and light.