Starlace

Big sister holds his hand, says the strong live fighting. She wraps uncombed snarls of hair around her Drowns her ulcers in broken bottles Swearing into the phone Her arms scarred in Morse Code, Points and dashes spelling the gods are dead across her eczema. White like a spider, black like the moon Her yin eats her yang eats her yin. Big sister holds the door open for him. Little brother lives fighting, Lighting his cigarettes in explosions Burning rubber and skeleton bridges, Radioactive hazard in a stolen Humvee Smashing through Daddy’s bullet proof glass. With dead grey eyes, crying ash, Laughing ash He staggers home bruised and bl