Eat At Home

We few
we little band
of brothers
from different mothers
sing into the microphone
of the rain and the wind.
We fans
of the fan club
with no fans
trip the lie fantastic
on a microwave stage
covered with ants.
This one
likes to stay home
and watch the sun
turn to snow and ice
eating tuna salad sandwiches
while the guitars grow dust
and the skin of the drums
dries up and cracks.