one by one we all sneak into them
in the common rain
trash falls from our mouths
rusty nails from our hair
plaster from our faces
a changeable trench-coat
hangs over our heads in the sky
maps of
changeable destinies
changeable deaths   brassbuttons of
changeable faiths   intestines of
changeable nations   rouge-stains of
changeable loves
changeable hooks   hanging out
trench coats in the wind . . .