WORK IN PROGRESS
Photograph: Carlotta Eden
A thousand trains a day rolled in, to grind
our parent's bones among the push of wheels
that glistened round like stockyard knives.
Fragments of a Body with its Skin Removed
Father walks a mile to work, with aching bunions.
They say the Tempter leaves a trail from paradise:
one footprint garlic and the other onions.
by Robert Klein Engler