Law

by kholinar

A Waver and an Escapade,
assign their chores to vagrants.

Bracing blades of consequence
amid the crush of intimates,
we sweep the shrapnel sideways
when meat has filled the jar.

Tongues confuse their consonants,
and fingers fall from jointed planes,
Flakes waft past from drying scalps,
redeemed for bright distraction.