Wrapped around my hollow chest

A velcro’d corset clings defiant

Should blasted steel e’re pierce my breast

The faith I place be too reliant

To walk these Shattered Avenues

Their Silvered Birch now shredded stark

I count the curbstone gaps for clues

As if the day be shrouded dark

A plume of dust marks where I left

The rubble’d waste that was my life

I can but seek some shaded cleft

And trust in you to ease my strife