[P] Ashes

barely able to comprehend
the consequence that lie ahead
the eager mouse burrows further into
another roll of paper towels

sliding along the counter-top,
he races
 for victory

and tastes nothing 
     but defeat.

A bitter end
asphyxiation
     wrying
    paralysis
in what may seem a million years
or just the quarter hour

and someday we'll meet again
 never knowing so
 never leaving
 nowhere to go
for now it's the better end
and tastes nothing
    but defeat.