Cranking
The boarded sky bulged down and broke. The night collapsed, Hummed infection green. She swore Just another, Just keep it filled with gasoline. I learned so many years ago To always stay in the corner. I loved her, But she'd grown a part Of opium and greasy gears Enrobed in steam and smoke and hissing. When she rarely was at home, She still was fused inside the fumes, Her breath an engine Jumping rails. In bed, She pounded with the pistons, Cranking oblivious. Dandelions, daffodils, Entwine the flowers. Crown her glorious And make a wish. The machine coughed out sickly smog And finally went off. The world was numb. Nobody even felt the blow. The ones that hold your everything, They gallop over hills And vanish in the golden hours. - 5/1/26