The dunghill's reverberation
sends me cakes and whistles
slick servants of a ruined heart
tacking skin to benches

wet bananas on concrete steps
a circling crib
rust and rubber going to shadow
the chains of light and night time

drawer's open for counting
fingers and hands
white shirted yellow grins
the rainbow slash of poppy seed
over a ragged deck
one gem lit pen on a milk can
faint clouds leashed
to a motionless chair

sunrise waiting on cracked wooden sills
to prickle fangs and dip worthy hands
a protected broom.