Sunday 15 December 2013

Crashing and Brackish (rough)

the town still flooded
                         tendons unspooled
across the arterials,
your arms, finally.

(in the manual,
we are the wires.
in the manual,
we are the charge.)

your legs deregulate
                        across from union station
and the armies of
neighboring cities
                       rally in mortar against
the grating.

(in the police report
we are the wires.
in the police report
we are the charge.)

hire a better crane
                          girders for monuments
rebar for rebar
and salt and Norway rats
                          running down the ropes.

I carry my entrails calmly,
though this is not how it was
supposed to go.

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