Wrist

A mystery white boy.
A timepiece.
He may be there still,
on that moor.

A tanker broke in two.
Spilling death,
on Catalonia shores.
So useless.

A striking fireman.
Burnt to a cinder.
A hateful irony,
to shrugged shoulders.

A lisping fat black girl.
Crack piped spasm.
The wrong crowd,
laughing hard.

Secondhands
of life,
on our
wrist.