Sodium dreams

Amidst

sodium dreams

and mosquito nets

perspective shows

hyperbole its

rightful place

behind a garbage mound

under the influence

of an infernal smell

a spoonful of man

flicks the last bead

of sweat off

his forehead

alcohol on his breath

her purple face

his famished rage

what goes on

under these tightly

wound bodices

of human apathy

is a mystery

for all eternity

the sheets are

soaked with sweat and

blood but

a child shall sleep

on them

and hear stories

of phantasmal credentials

where men are always

brave and women

always wise

this child is innocent

in all realities

but not for long

the asbestos is

seeping in his veins

long before this

night is spent

it will grow dark

again.