dermis cells of clay
marinated in
the drippings of birth
the sweetness of love
the poison of hate
the bitter taste of death
fully soaked in the flavors of life
Dermis Cells of Clay
Sad eyes of faces from the past set in weathered skin of aging brick
heat of summer bakes urban soot into the dermis cells of clay
harsh cold of winter winds causes huddled forms to shudder
set aside from usefulness, removed from active life
Patchwork of Words 