.....

 Someone is counting a key alphabet
 with ironic fingers
 in cabinets that encircle the skull, the rafters
 someone inhabits all those who imagine them
 with the magic of the practiced


 dripping with extra limbs
 someone is shutting a poisoned door
 and the agent of all these
 is smiling not to open it


 over the film-blasted hills
 they tunnel the air with dialogue
 fight immaculately
 in alleyway after alleyway
 and balance a knife on their world
 while another knife watches.