Frankenstein

Young guns

carry clean guns

in fast cars.

Yellow tape waves like

the banners of heaven,

blood flecks are new-age graffiti

painted on the faces youth.

Youth who stand in a hospital doorway

clutching a bigger hand

while doctors use electricity;

try and mimic Frankenstein

-- there are shocks

one, two, three,

clear

one, two, three,

clear.

Sparks ring out just like gunshots

a sick thumping sound.

Skeletons dance along the riverbank,

you can hear splashes if you listen.

Solemn-faced men announce the names

live

on-air.