Twenty Moons

Why are people more interested in how A building reaches to the sky Than it touches the ground She is always looking up As I pull concrete from my teeth And in exchange of complication If I lose her where will I Be her 20 moons elude me In my time of need Bells and hammers are rarely friends But my promises stand tall And are here with me The fly's will feed on corpses As do the frogs on them And the mosaic of broken bottles Lodged in my neck, bleeds conveniently --- Twenty Moons - Grade