Looking for some way out
we found manifold ins.
Tracing lines and hoses to find
where exactly explosion happened
we found
little elbow room beneath the hood
beside you and everyone
least suspect.
Flashlights knocking against each other,
infrared temperature gauges detecting
our own signatures and
cussing while we finger pinch wires.
Looking for some way out
we found intakes.
Tracing brass couplings and "o" rings
through bulkheads, passed firewalls.
Insulation peeled apart and
splash skirts put to blade.
Processor readers connected to circuits,
black boxes under raid.
In to sunrise, shoulder banged
against one another and no exhaust found.
"The fog is nothing
revolutionary."
Looking for some way out
we went to sleep.
