Dec 31, 2005 15:56
Buy a boy on Saks
or just round the block at the shattered glass shop
Full of lifes traditions--
purely bought and sold now
Gold, leather, and lace
Diamonds dug up from conflict zones
appear on shelves
Yet, dust still collects in handfuls
that must be scraped together
then lobbed onto schoolboys tie or choirgirls skirt
Not much shelf space is left
as geometrically imperfect imprints press against jagged glass
Hands, once clasped, unfasten
And a small boy reaches out
and grabs that fucking mockingbird
And rings its scrawny little neck
You were left to dig up that dirt
And collect that dust
And to sit on that shelf
Covered in broken glass
You sat on that shelf until the end of time.