tread the timbers
in any
given city

remnants of
rain cupping canopies
chorus songs
of centuries

splintered

the mud scored
moss baking
breadth
of malevolence
scarifying

hell look at the time

Advertise…
We’ve no aversion
We’ve stacked the decks
We’ve weekends
Delusions
Hardwood hewn and
Polished
To try and stop the rot

no custodian can stem
the tearing
the tears
of hearts torn
from their depth

flattened forests are
platforms now

spaces

in air

where our
breathing
is shallow