Removed pale faces, paper creased and
trod across concrete skin, tattoos of teeth
against a grime-slick surface.
The world animal shakes out flecks of
goodness and dead steel circus balloons
inflate before her eyes. Grinning faces
pull apart into twisted rigid brambles.
Hand drawn water becomes lead and spreading ink,
the faces peel off until streaks of scabbing adhesive
remain only, worn immobile and thoughtless.
Chemicals run us through
in the cherry morning sun.
Black eyes and water turn as the train rolls past.
Death is swinging her skinny yellow dress,
disappearing in moments.
Sullied soft heads tremble dismembered by
screaming wide eyes, shivering teeth like a
punched in skull, each dripping and fevered with envy.