Chemical Bone
Here -
Where...car corner shadowed delivery is timed for all night pick up..
Where...burnt out tools lie on warped oil chop shop floor..
Where...thrift store T shirts sit bin begging long after closing
time..
Where...skin twists tight against prescribed illegal chemical bone..
Where...tree lined hiding place becomes stripped down home for safe
refuge..
is the place language comes to die.
Chop Shop.
Here -
Where...hidden alley way problems remain unspoken..
Where...broken woodland studded guards mock nature..
Where...silent animals pursue the sleepless old..
Where...stunted authority is doorway suited..
Where....cloned cob-web window warnings are nightly reminders
from chop shop vehicle..
is the place language comes to die.
