This living nerve Skin duct and bone Or a rusty coil But there's something here Past my chain-link fence In this zero place There's nothing left A photograph folded into four Falling in the mud In the afternoon light I used to care what you said My heart is full My lungs give and take My heart's a wire cage Of springs and rust Of cement and rock Where it was dumped Your voice collapsed on the static line On the radio dial left of the nine Stay up all night And into the light Writing ESP letters to your house