is_there_life_on_mars birdmad sound of Bowie on an old radio fragments of time, ashes even boarded up windows faded pictures, sunbeam cuts through tattered blinds and shattered glass before the nails go in and the curtain closes on that scene. kitten perched on a short power-pole, looks down, climbs down, rejoins its brother and sister on the roof of the shed in the neighbor's yard they watch me as i clear away detritus and debris bones of long dead beloved old terriers sleeping beneath the lemon tree but for some vandals, this book should already be closed and gathering dust. 081015 ... classic yet fresh bird 081015 what's it to you? who go blather from