The Grappling hook

the grappling hook
Today one of my co-workers who i have know for the past 7 years had a massive heart attack on the job...it never ceases to amaze me how like is just the thinnest gossamer thread...a nanowire...here's to life, and a sudden death on my feet...
It seems silly
when the transistor radio
gives a little buzz
and that strong smell
of a heater coming on from a long hibernation
spreads out like
an ancient silk fan
a little wave towards a painted
face to make the heat
seem less arduous
these things are supposed
to last for years
its milky black plastic
white at several edges where
prying hands and cheap butter knives
looked into electro
bliss with a curiosity
deeper than its dull polymer
glow
where do these things go
when they burnout