It is them
That I admire most
6AM Wired, greased
Stained, and scarred
Blunt illness
They, who soak wounds
Slit snakes
Capful in venom
Yes them
Like frequent flow
Damned to drive
In ripped t-shirts
So like them
Who work only
With swollen hands
Our heavy body ants
You Couldn't offer
Greater, All the ways
To drown, and still
It could be worse
© Carla, 2011
