(What if intense sadness covers everything that’s left?)
Tentacles gravel through an amalgam of trash.
Tentative filtering, fingering, floundering.
Finding nothing, empty mouths open.
Vacant notices plaster poles with pleas,
Vacuous and never – )ending
Plastering bullshit until it stings eyes.
Dung bricks begin to fall from heavy tongues,
dis- (balance) -rupting.
No one notices a fence until after it is fashioned.
Brenda Warren 2013