Scavenger
The buzzard does what it can
beaking the poison guts
of something car crushed
in the street.
The buzzard does what it can
beaking the poison guts
of something car crushed
in the street.
Girl hangs up her coat
upon arriving at the party
the music never louder
than the chit chat.
In the heat the people selling
straw bundles of time
occupy their minds
with prayers for mercy.
Bleach bottle snagged
in a storm drain
emptied out.
Dead birds fallen
in the streets.
Aluminum baseball bats
and chain link backstops
lurk there in the storm
while the field becomes
a mire in the clouded rain.
He finishes the drink
then spikes the bottle
sending green glass
all directions.
Rumors float around out here
like moth wings
knife steel on the mill
spins into a hilt
hammer pounds
the metal thin
sparks fall around
the new born edge.
Snooping on the neighbors we look through gaps in the wooden fence. The argument only escalates glass breaks and the plastic table overturns.
Read More In The Fallen AshThe previous night
fades like chimney smoke
in the cold morning
and the fat birds
have their fill
of sanguine worms
and all the best parts
of the dawn.
A woman in a sleeveless dress
extends her arms out
in the wind, and with her eyes
behind her sunglasses
there is no way we can know
what she is looking at.