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