by Richard Dinges, Jr.

Cracked concrete floors
and rank unnamed
odors congregate
in a clean well-
lighted place.
I contemplate
a new wound
that wells blood
in my palm. Grease
smeared manuals
spread on wood
workbench beside
another damned
mechanical failure.
Fragments gleam
between bright chrome
tools tinted red.

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