Midnite Vultures

Botox injections

Chemical solvents

Making midnite movies

Contaminated actors

Living on a farm

Harnessed to a life of protein and equipment

Gristling in grain

Soft nights

Everyday a reaction to the affection

Manholes and light towers walking down imitation streets

Little girls with plastic cameras

And shops full of cold cuts and candy

Feeding the trains and bisecting the night

Hand grenades in the trash

Medics running from the sun

She borrowed cartilage wire

Tracing my face

With broken hands