Mad Max

Teo Mungaray

"We are not things!"
"And now she's dead!"

Our bodies have one life
Sacred to some and to others

Ephemera:
Like letters and papers and adverts

For ten cents off tin cans and
A lovely sight of the harbor.

So fade, fade we into a middle grey
And love the middle hum

It is a secure monotone
In a voiceless scream of sand.