Bulls on the payroll
but stretches are blind. You can fit like a hinge.
Two by four for seat, up against the rods.
Wily wraiths jack-knifed inside the storage bin. Tensed for
falling consignments.
Bruisers lashed to the brake beam with a trouser belt.
Whipple trees, grab irons. The guts.
Death woods.
The wool harvest shifted from curve to curve.