His eyes a maze, bloodshot capillaries
tributaries etched into
a vintage globe, compressed upon
an ocean of guidepost-nightmares

His family now mere marginalia
upon greasy creased papers, bodies
letter-pressed into torn parchment treasure
maps lost to the archive for posterity

His mind imprinted, moving picture
film-reel recordings of a final journey,
amygdala transfixed as slow-motion affidavits
played back to nowhere