The dog tag chipped edges
hung around a neck the tunnel
he traversed again – gridlocked
again – floor four menswear
and sporting goods
Exits always to the left
You can’t stop the experiment,
the drugs are having an affect,
a beep of cardiac machine
sterile latex pristine
Nurse in rubber shoes
The shrill of the mad woman with
electrical cord as belt talking to herself
there – right over there –
by the plastic municipal receptacle.
House fire two dead
Tired eyes are rubbed
Crust of burnt toast on a plate the
last survivor of a set of six a
yes of course. But from who?
Things merge they blur.