Originally in The Wormwood Review, Stockton, CA, 1985
INDUSTRIAL ACCIDENT
is what the radio
called it w/out com
ment but you called
it coming to work
pulling into your usu
al place & seeing a
hand land an arm & a
ripped shoulder socket
meat in front of your
tires others there
before you had gotten
coins of blood & grey
brains on their win
dowshields everywhere
tiny parts of the weld
er that had blown out of
the green refuse site
lay steaming on black as
phalt by 9 city coroner
had masked that black
flesh w/his polyethylene
2 women that’d arrived 1st
were allowed to go home af
ter lunch the new vietnam
ese programmer walked out
to the largest flapping
sheet lifted looked shook
his head sideways gas
tank he sd returning
to bat too bat
you laughed when you
told me just now then
suddenly shuddered sd
hold me
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