Rust Brother, never can savvy you

a wry­neck for Wascovich

If we were rust broth­ers be­fore the rain and salt   Before
there were no scarci­ties of tanks to tread

Before the slow toe    ware­house of sound was a real
knife in my head   Before the shine of steel na­tiv­ity

Before we trussed the tracks for holo­caust   Before
sanc­tity forest mur­der black-coat ca­coph­ony

If we are rust, brother

Th[r]ough beer stale trac­eries and graf­fiti pis­sers
Though rage-cocked shout mas­tery pays no bills

Th[r]ough the bend sin­is­ter wend­ing neigh­bor in­do­lent
in­so­lence nev­erend­ing

Though weeks pass be­tween fistclicks Though through
the rough thought caus­tic chaos mean­ing emer­gent life spark

Still we rust broth­ers

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