There’s picture I take of some
of me
catching bone from city floor.
Tearing
houses to numb eyes. Sent from
the objects. Fires seen
shooting from heads. Death flower
sifted ash as if it were many.
Floors that cough. It cannot
be moved loyal away. Some
mannequin from its
primal building
apertures. Inside the houses I
lived under.
What do you think?