Good bones

Stuff thrusts out

from every house today;

there's no vacant space

in any body.

Ribs groan

convex, along the row,

expressed in dense need

from their sucking, spurling cargo.

       here    —    the    empty    air

    wide    and    blue    and    white

            in    the    silent    frost

Mouths open;

heat smacks an exit,

crawling wetly outwards and

screaming, as it seems to.