My animal face,

my animal days,

sliding down the mirrors

of a desert-ridden water tank.

Spokes of the sacred wheel

shattered in my skull.

Holy books opened

by a hurricane.

Oil of a distant world

drizzling over

spraypainted helmets

and eyeglasses.

A shining trench

of gold sprinkled

with silver bullets.

A candle in the ribcage

blood trinity of halos

my animal face,

my animal days.