Bone Man

Here comes the Bone Man, rattling his scythe
across the pull-down shutters at the liquor store

Leaving bony footprints on the slushy sidewalks
the vacant sidewalks of the financial district

All the dogs on the block are howling
Red neon gleams on the metal shutters

the slush hollows, the bone-prints, the scythe blade
the deep-set eyes of the hungry dog-pack

following the Bone Man through empty streets.

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside