Refreshed by the breeze

from the graveyard,

scraps of color that settle

on jagged concrete

caught in its fragile patterns

for a shattering moment

watching alkaline eyes

of battery acid

form into a naked body.

Shadows break into snakes

and crawl around the oxygen tanks.

Rust takes the mountainous highways

and the tunnels leading through

their waterfalls of oil.

Theaters of spider web

glisten in resonant pastures

where aluminum satellite dishes

crackle like punctured drums.

Towers of pasta texture

eclipse one another

as they glisten and fade

through the zombie footfalls

and the mind erasure of empty placards

in the next incoherent parade

fit as shit for flowers

fine as the death that leads it downward

weird as the breath that sprang it into hades.