Early forensic parties whirlwind
Human barely binding, Cars mixing,
Unease nearby wounds, she is hanging.
Mummy mum’s ocean, she is hanging.
The earth impacts, here spilling making things junk.
Again, mop thru a site, a cube.
Clinical shelter –
A void, terror, mummy. These spaces, barely places
Four walls, no paths, no passage. Wherever travelled from dark to dark.
Scrape structure – a cell
Inside wadded frame, wrapped in depths, in zeros
How trembled inside nothing, no clues, no light, no signs –
Shelter in the clinical, shelter in electricity, shelter in toys,
shelter in light.