Cracked gems on a pillow of granite
the singing spigots assemble an infertile hymn
blue berries with spider limbs
tracing the oak's green lid
the sidewalk iceberg's volcano of metallic strings
walls of snow on the town's silver floor
hot eyes crumbling stacks of ancient syrup
milk blades on a cooing drain.

Palace hallways zigzag to the golden ribs.
A numbered heart, the key chains
riding the belts of severed vessels.
Dim rubber wheels to haul the cleansing waters
a desktop over the peak's frost of blood.

From a mountainous wing
the feather hand's train of cracked links.