Panic War

A pelvic bone
is in everything
you're looking for
neither a husband
or she could be sleeping
with sedatives
I've seen panic war
thin knives and swords
around their blouses
you could see all the
evil creatures
did you think murder
behind the shades
with your pants
pulled over your head
did you stop a moment
to consider that the carousel
stuffed full of slides might be
melting in the basement
under the weight of this hate
you harbored for life in a city
in the eyes of this blank
and bullshit life?