A road that swallows up the wound

is never to be found.

Look at the heaving ground

glinting with unearthed blades,

look at all the old wars revived

with such sorry flesh.

The mesh of natures

can never be at peace.

Hard won patches

liquid lamps adjoined

melted into blood

and muffled deep.

This canopy against

the rain of planets

and rings of supernatural ice

jeweled fangs against the mist

one burning eye.