Slashing of town names town places
bashing a brick hole through
wipers on the dragonfly
scheming tender eyeing looking
with cultivated trashiness
at the trash gatherers.

Hearing the tank splash
under the stereo
the whipping of detached antennas.

The fronds erasing tribal words
generic words and words of forged humanity
tar paint trailing off into grass
religious words quarters of dollars
that are dead.

Slashing town names town places
seeing the outskirts through a fence
of goggled steel.

And breaking down into tears
at the designated area,
small shore of an eggy pond.

Nests dropping from their undergrowth
like buzzing eels.

Headphones catching the rasp
of the forest's woods
from an interstate wire.

Fingers of water from spilled flowers
on the ancient desk.