external organ

the creaks of my external organ have rusted from overuse in a dryland of oppression

my knees too begin to creak to squeak 

i reach into my bag

but I'm out of WD-40, 

and Dylan's gone oversea

so i cycle

crack!

it is the sound of my back 

breaking in half

from the middle of my spine that cannot carry my bag

bag, bag-

age

i am an old man

my body parts roll down the hill, the rust that took hold in my skeletal muscle at last feels fresh wind

casket,

casket,

five cents for anyone with an empty casket.