the latticework

Exposed, as sticky crumbling
bits of earth falling
And breathing air
Untasted since the foundation
laid as permanent
Through which the blood
Flows

As the little demons
Crawl into and out
Of this ragged and fresh
Gaps torn into our surface
Cold, damp air surrounds
& colder iron and terra cotta
Works to replace
What needed to be replaced?

In short time
the work done
and the sweet sticky
earth surrounds and is
Blanket covered so only looking
Directly
Can you see the scar