INTERCESSOR

vibrating its wings
in the slim corridors of a petting camp
he is weeping silk, linen, wire and catgut
for faces of expectant cashiers
superimposed on the sufferings
in love of his beloveds, flaps of forehead skin
soothed into their faucet poses
amongst the murdered whir of a barbecued airport,

uprooted, their valves and stops and oceans to change form
where in the womb of a third life
a whole sun follows their pathways
behind a police woodpile, worm gut,
horsehair, and the eyespots of moths,
desexed in the belly of the generator
as fountains of timber cannot do with human beings, he prays
with all his elbows on tar for our dying priests
frockless to widen the runway
rapidly while facing accumulation of tongue lava
by those ignoring the moon who speak against us,

the torso of a dragonfly god
crashes millisecond canyons
where our screens are off, swordfish in tubes,
buried in the red clay
mated with a sliver of charcoal,
kissing in each knot
the cells of your shocked being.