By John Pelech
A poem on Euclid’s first four definitions

i am following corpses in deepest rot
most precise of parts the point here play
dots arrange and form a first order
those skinny bones are length unornamented
from a deathly thinness a most narrowness
fat-less sides constrict the erosive war
only this constellations ends decay
seen this in one bone no deviation
what is straight is scientific subject