process

with grand chugging convulsions of the bowel,
the two great men seated squat anchored by
entropic trails of poo, their worlds separ-
ated by thin balsawood partition
and their discretion an illusion of
their boxes front door flatboard caterpillar
hinged at intersections with eyes all along that worked into life
when mangod made so

one a banker eyes like pins stuck sagged bag
colostomy of waste dangling outwards downwards
from an invisible wall
other man bulged upward his sad loose eyes precarious
in a mound of nervous flesh.

the two like hidden base ends of giant
alternate chimneys with pumping middles
laying brown bitumen into kitchen
colanders as greasy slugs land slid-
ing down trail waste of their own landing fresh in dishwater

bankers rectum shuts decapitating
next slug tacky head stuck to sphincter com-
pressed by cheeks smacking rebounding glut spread-
ing: paws at it with torn off toilet tissue tucks in

heaves one last time wipes hand more useful than
paper, smears thin papier with pork and marmite,
paps smack back. heaves to feet and looks back down around,
his nose a drawstring

heavy black cotton pulled up around waist,
concrete cemented by thin jet belt, banker
holds breath tense air breath in door open mirror
unsympathetic but as before. looks
at watch and sighs outside pomp and whirring
into world of whistles and bells
and clean digitised bereavement