Corner sight at the light

mere skeletons
they walk the streets

her with the ever wet
dog inside her bones
shaking the relentless
drops out of its coat
to splatter, to collide
with the pavement

and him with the
ocean of rats swarming
though his veins
that throw his limbs
to and fro with their
ceaseless ebb and flow

mere skeletons
who garb themselves
in muck of once seas
that now are plowed
and sprayed and shat on

these mere skeletons
sheer their flesh
that catches the wind
and turns their world
from needle pulling smoke
into snort and swallow pills

mere skeletons
serve as their own wind mills