.
A parody of eagles' flight
comes out of the kitchen wall
cascading faces in mental plaster
wronged by daylight and moon
equally, stranded on bridges
that run from ceiling to ceiling

blood wet hands in the bushes
that grow around the estate
mouths that do not grin and gnash
discovering the ring of silence around this planet

powerlines pulled away like cobwebs, mouths that are not smiling
hands in skyscrapers
hands in barns
are not clasping