PHANTOM LIMBS HUNGER FROM THE BRINK

The oval window appeared under a pall of writhing smoke
by her bodily need for control cables and fluid lines to the surface alive
towered three times as tall as the bearded young numbers of nurses

and level bombers of piano wire pancaked into the sea
maternal pulse and blood by adding a bomb rack
crest cells slice recordings against the controls to be awakened

to ache miserably of the oxygen through unending daylight
a glider-like shock to the animal's tail, the same light across the icecap
could not shake the clouds born into the body

sees herself trapped in the hold of dark blue robes
the sea of fleece tiny willow and pine-covered
an entire class of faces could go with its fuel

a single tail shock on the past-life person's body
forced by darkness to shed such shackling ceremonies from the wheel