bruises and band aids

pouring out along

the edge

squandered supplies

piled used and high

gaping pits

spent expectations

lost looming loops

of pride booming

need, aside

one generation's

dream passed

to the next

dented bent unrelenting

doom brittle cellophane

crisply cold outside

molded within

contents spoiled

one way of living

shot full of holes

an empty sieve

while the work

flows thru turns

bleeding weeping

slow burns.