Francis
Glass lungs cracking
for fiddle backed crickets
secretly sawing songs
of bitter indifference.
In time's imperfect
recollection of recitations
both bold and bland
memory never had a chance.
With every random switch
taken to the garrulous and guilty
red streaked in shame
for crimes uncommitted.
Glass lungs cracking
for fiddle backed crickets
secretly sawing songs
of bitter indifference.