constructing the interstate

the body was made of pure cement.each rib glued together.thumb tacks lining the mortar between each nerve.the hair was the hardest to pin down.it was wild, covering thebody's face and obscuring the leakagepouring from the blank spaceswhere manhole covers were still needed.holes for men to climb down intothe sewage lined heart,the shit infested wasteland constantlydumped on by countless men before.the hair was the problem.it made the body seem alive.the hair must burn.the body must be broken downagain. jackhammered.traffic backed up.the body reopened with each passing semi,questioned if there was a reasonfor this destruction at all.