Carbon Works (Boneville) is a part of Southwest Detroit where way back when they used to process buffalo bones for various uses; once they ran out, they excavated Amerindian burial grounds. No joke.
Boneville broken into
As it broke into you
To drown in the Rouge River goo
Toss and turn in the sod
Who's there in the mansion?
A medium moans: "Not God"
Boneville break in blues
Detroit's geist near and afar
An anonymous pilgrim
Crook cadavers superimposed on your car
From the time the glass salted
The sirloin of your seats
And the bitterness made flesh
Went burrowing in the meat
You some spiritual double agent?
Greasing yourself up for the uteral return?
Self assigned at the third world in-skirts?
Watching the smokestack lingum burn?
Journalists jack-off on the ruins
Irradiated wet American dreams
Pathetic as the passions of an adolescent
Touching himself before mother screams
You've lost feeling in two limbs
Now you can only save one
Business car on an Amtrak arm
The other shaped Fleshlight fun
Relax with an open can
Of PBR on Alter
What father do you return to
Prodigal son when you falter?