I takes care to stoke the flames rising,
or simply not to pat them down.
The ***** stare-at-the-wall riding
in hell
thinking
"where can I get another shot in this town?"

Down facing over our work to do
Cold cracked fingers bleed
through the gloves
the need to mend
is broken in the bend
the work for value
time trade
til no tree is left standing
to gather the dust of our
constructions...