-Wellston plainsong-

He walked into his house
A good two hours after midnight

Looking like Dorathy's Tin Man, exhausted,
Silvery, clinking like metal.

(might have been house keys

 pulled from his pockets)

His young wife is sleeping.
He peels his clothes away
Coated in Paint-Fine Aluminum,

The dense agitator of detonation.

He has the scent of Urea, cross-linked

With Fumaric Acid running over him.

He's a sticky mess,

A frosting of Guar Gum and Ethylene Glycol.

He was nearly a food product,

Closing-in on the ingredients,
A producer of Nitro-Carbo Nitrate,
The slurry of high explosives,

A non-cap sensitive second-trick working man
Entering his house
A good two hours after midnight, where
His young wife lay sleeping.

Ohio