Worm time
around the circuits of steel
oils thick in mud
coming up for bloody stalks
and the smiles from a blowtorch.

Yards raging with blossoms
for the overhang sky
arms and their dozens
fangs of the rolling heat
clustering metallic leaves.

Bone remnant of unknown kin
looking over a counted dust cloud
lonely channel that ran
throughout the planned hours
that are gone
in a ring of departure.