Twenty Moons

                                  Why are people more interested in how 

A building reaches to the sky 

Than it touches the ground 

She is always looking up 

As I pull concrete from my teeth 

And in exchange of complication 

If I lose her where will I 

Be her 20 moons elude me 

In my time of need 

Bells and hammers are rarely friends 

But my promises stand tall 

And are here with me 

The fly's will feed on corpses 

As do the frogs on them 

And the mosaic of broken bottles 

Lodged in my neck, bleeds conveniently