a spike drives through cheese
bone
skin
sheet
duvet
rust collects under iron bridges
frequently on his phone
he stacks free books outside
the public library
finally leaving his plate of cornbread, beans
and lettuce
swallows fear him
he's not going to stop you
from taking those books
a counter weight
rocks over the dish pit
he wants to collect your chopped head
off
he's got no tv
the swallows are his family
the books are for the swallows