You passed and pushed me

into the dominion.

Now I'm stuck to this, a rivet

in their mountain of machinery.

I watch the seams that bust

and inject them with poison.

I glow when I'm supposed to go out.

I slide when I'm supposed to rise like bread.

I go down the hole in the street

where I won't be eaten.

Lanes of light cut through

from your afterworld.

Swirling geograms on the scarred

underside of the sky.

Coins fall from the stars

in meaningless streams.

This is the apocalypse I wanted,

and it slapped my hand away.

I won't take part this time:

the bones and their programming

can no longer hide in flesh.

The song to sing last is a sad song.

Let the audience go, let your

whole outfit burn.

The new world will come

out of the furniture.

An angle hidden in the city map

holds the poise of a granite cat.

We're on opposite sides of the glass

and the glass is gone.