triptych

                i dunno
                       what he’s
                     thinking
                          but he’s wrong
                     i hope   he chokes
                     ugly and cheap
                  who talks
                     like that anyway
                     and her
                     stupid trifles
           i'm     not what            they say
 shaking inside       i’m going home    earth’s peace, rusted
still outside          fuck            is a crooked crown
 a smooth steel shell   this      fought against
 atomic heart beating      look      yet gained
aching to burst              light    yet worn