Saltation

To die
To sleep
To sleep
Perchance to dream
Aye, there’s the rub
For in that sleep of death
What dreams may come

What if the light
Were actually darkness
And the darkness
Light?

Say God were sleeping
And sleeping
dreamt
A dream

Or say that God were sleeping
And one of his children made a mischief

Say God and his Asherah
Dream together
And while they dream
Entwined
One child were to play
Perhaps
A dark game?

The Squire of Gothos writ large

Say the wind
That blows across the Dark Plain
Lifts now this grain of sand
And then
That grain of sand
Sends it in saltation
Randomly striking
Now this grain
Then that

Shall then not a pattern arise
And from the random dance
Order appear

How odd

How futile is the Darkness
How pointless the Light

Death has its own smell

Death has its own smell
Once experienced never forgotten
Putrescine
Cadaverine
Apt names

How long do you think?

Long enough to start stinking.

Given the heat that wouldn’t be too long.

Yeah, maybe not even a day.

Not more that three. But that’s just a guess.

You see the Cat?

No

Maybe he beat us to this one?

I don’t think so

Why’s that?

No finger or handprint that I can see.
Huh. Right. I forgot. Unless it’s somewhere we can’t see?

I don’ t know, so far it’s always been on the left side of the face.

So we know he’s right handed

Most likely.

Huh.

The Coroner will tell us if there are marks anywhere else.

What the fuck is this guy after?

Wish I knew.