Bodies

by Fizz McDermott

Hand in hand by the boarded-up window
The rag clad know not, they live yet the same
Cry out to G-d, hear only an echo

Flagswells like boots, over indurate snow
Inborn mosaics, a drifter’s array
Hand in hand by the boarded-up window

Sepulchral filth nestles inside each nose
Behold the mangled animal, now lame
Cry out to G-d, hear only an echo

Grey fingers grip the tin chalice below
Fungal flesh on the man without a name
Hand in hand by the boarded-up window

The living now windless, blood from a stone
Needlestuck coronas, just out of frame
Cry out to G-d, hear only an echo

The boys would spit and scream “this is my home”
Under the overpass, in concrete drains
Hand in hand by the boarded-up window
Cry out to G-d, hear only an echo

Fizz McDermott is a zinester.