May words have life where the speaker has none

Moments of empty time,

blood clot clusters on the vine,

rheumatism paints the knee.

Hungry, the tired, isolated

masses, remaining from hopeless climes–

Invasive species.

Radar finds our broken links.

Ghastly! Wasting 

skeleton chains, future legality legacies

The word society has no meaning

when the speaker has none. 

Our grandchildren answer the phones

that dropped in our commodes.

 

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