Little human centres.. living here

I just thought I would share a poem, as Wilbur sometimes asks to see some. This poem, and 2 others, can also be found in the anthology, DIY Graffiti: the 8th in the Re-Draft series, which I think can be ordered from this website: http://www.schoolforyoungwriters.org/Redraft/redraft.html Alleyway Dealings A man is gripping your hand and unscrewing the knuckles with a tool. He is carving your bones into ivory knick-knacks, like elephant tusks and cracked human skulls. But this is not a sing-a-long of God strung songs and clapping hands. Or who will marry whom? And where? No. The church is not open today. So here the sinners come instead, to watch your hands – those nuts and bolts and bits of lace as they become undone. Watch. In haste, an old man wets his pants. The children laugh and point their hands. Sonya J. Clark