Transit

by Tony Mancus

the dead moped driver
left his helmet
on the bridge

in all that flashing
light
news will get us furry

or we’ll gore
the next animal to come up
the driveway — arrows notched,

ears pinned
it’s decoration
to wear

another human’s head
on your chest
while you sleep

their breathing
a step off
the ladder of your ribs

and each of you
buried already
miles inside

Tony Mancus lives in Rosslyn, VA with his wife and two cats. He works as a test writer and a writing instructor. He is co-founder of Flying Guillotine Press. Some of his poems can be found in Horse Less Review, Phoebe, Versal, matchbook, sink review and elsewhere. He has a chapbook forthcoming from Greying Ghost Press.