Constructive Destruction


With the utmost efficency
I kneel upon the floor
Prying the tile from
The cracked hearth of loss

Hammering the future
With a nailgun full of fear
The bullet sinks slowly
Into my already bleeding heart

Brush shiny matted paint
On the walls of love
Sit and watch as it dries
It turns to dust and grime

Fix the broken windows
Of this rundown shack
Smile at the clear glass
In which you see death

Now watch as all your work
Crumbles to the ground
You only have yourself to blame
And you can't fix it up


26 July 2005
Copyright 2005 Mallory Maloney