007

When James Bond shoots him
and he lays on the ground
with his spiffy casual pants
and sporty shirt,
the stars come oozing out.

We cut our ties with him,
Contracts and vows
nullify and void.
saying see, we will no longer share
and reality will slightly fade.

A biography
like the veins on a leaf
comes flowing out,
the material of memories
breaks up. Ingredients slide into holes in the soil.