The Stringbearer

Vehicular manslaughter was a phrase of many meanings,

this is figured when you stuck your double edged sword right here,

and right in here

I woke up in 1964---

unaware of my surroundings,

but the stench of you was intoxicating as ever

Behind every alley,

and certainly in the dilapidated window of an overrun department store,

there were traces of your destruction everywhere

All of us left here in your wake,

maybe this was just a small world,

or a painting painting---

the notion of you and me?

And there were other paintings,

because other is what implies a collection.

That's what you were,

with your shelf of us,

of us marionettes,

with our rosy, rosy cheeks

and our stagnant eyelashes

The casualties of being moved---

by you.