Derelict 1.2

Near the inferno everyone gossips
And sips from the coronary tube.

A mist of dots emanates
Effluvial fashions. On an imported
Box of steak, the tell-tale bloom
Opens a blood letter, the insurgent
Expiration date masses armies
Of forgotten days.

Some shoes are missing
From the infirmary of broken
Wheel spokes. An etching
Appears to mar a lunar map.
An escapee wrings his hands.

Heart, lay the egg.