motherfucker

imagine the cities you could build from
all the pieces of the one true cross
floating around in the world


imagine the heat they'd give off

the man who would drop his lit cigarette
in a garbage can in some shitty
apartment on the south side of town
and the child who would die in the fire

who would fall blind into the
wishing well

nothing saved but this pale grey sunlight
and these tiny dreams of smokestacks