Rat's face on a thieving body
arms fetched from the supply shed
bolts hitched to a surviving tree
sucking up the turf war.

Pans and bells adorning shackles
flowing speaker wire and high red walls
glass abandoned in a sinking brick
soul's fever in a tin shell.

Slapped against wet cushions
designed by the special academy
the diamond headed one
for intelligent people
who understand sadness.