A glass hemorrhage demasked,

By the mirror collective,

Broken upon the dams and deserts,

And trailed into mixer,

The parting of linage stains

Shaking pavement parades,

The sulk of the rebar spine

Into gems of the earthquake taxidermy,

And the watchful little eyes, (And the watchful little eyes)

Are so truly petrified, (Are so truly petrified)

Careful as the concrete glistens