Added on by Steven Casale.

The sun sank from
the timeless windows
of our house,
before a tumble of black clouds
darkened and made night. 

I clasped a cigarette between my fingers. 

She had just spent thirty minutes
hitting a coconut with a hammer
at the foot of the porch;
a lightbulb shone down,
casting its yellow glow
over the white fruit flesh.

One hairy brown skull,
spun across the blue.