Shiny copper eyes look up (glazed with a film that people aren't interested in paying for),
(carrion for those who carry-on)             black feathers dancing in slivers on the asphalt,
                              the only hot body the mass of the sun.
             Underneath the flesh curling and writhing
maggots dance, gliding past beads of hemoglobin sweating
through the epidermi like tears
she cries when he walks out,
      the door slamming like the bass upstairs and the pounding
     of the drums in her ears as she tries to leap the first
hurdle of getting over the gate,
knowing his money is on this and God won't
      help him when he loses the debt money that everyday builds up; hiding the letters
                            from his wife has become an art
exhibition that he's wanted to attend since high-school
            and now, laying on the ground, perfectly still and in a pose locked by rigor-mortis
                                           with
Shiny copper eyes.