George Mario Angel Quintero - RUBBLE, RUBBLE, UTTERLY.

Grates take the trouble it takes.
A crick in the muttering
wicks through the spine of the house.

Crushedly tinder
for a quick kindle.
Rend cinder hushes
lousy with bricking.

All still fall,
all in will.
Hands since call
outfill land.

In the spillwreck.