Fred Aiken Writing

a logo in the middle of nowhere

attracting the business of nothing

as a series of decisions are made to

profit from the viscera of remains

piled into a makeshift graveyard

that can be seen from the sky

as a bumblebee buzzes overhead

searching for a petal to perch

in the middle of nowhere,

lest it take its business elsewhere,

to see a thorough examination of a fascinating artform

torn asunder

from its market