Sex Under A Vacant Condemned House Poem by James McLain

Torrents rain blindly flying air
crying in torrents hair matted
skull to face blanket used laid.
Light dim cracked features of
la ired trusses has slowed wind.
Discarded old food rotting in
boxes packed dirt ridge floor.
Bodies musky funk decimated
ode rs of prior use undistilled.
Back against wall wondering
not knowing many unwashed
hopelessness impassioned
acts desperation's released
shells spent bodies discarded
hulls adrft under these floors.