Cracked plaster faces
sliding into the silent pine canyon
lugging the smooth bodies
of half-digested rocks
nets of gold cloth and alien signals
chipping at the sound of water
strapped shoulders, minds emptied of all heat
striding into lava
high boots and whalebone masks
plastic adding buttock to buttocks
lined eyes screaming animal possession
the hilarity of tin leaves
knifing the background
curling up on roots
flicking an ancient tongue
slapping against a pale sky
beams and radiator heat
the lightning bolt
in a cuboid helmet
talking backward to himself.