Seeing my kingdom harmed
each latch persecuted by rust,

every stone across the river
scratched by broken bone,

tubs squeaking and balloons singing
pipes throbbing in a cemetery earth,

a plastic sprayed
remembrance of nudes,

a woolen photograph
and bronze fed calculator,

seats at the edge of time falling
from its tangle of productions,

leaf light dangling promised vines
divine departure from the hollow tool

lip's deep
paper drop of blood.