.....

We can't hide in the green shelter
   watch geese with a clean eye
       torment the electric scaffoldings
         or fall into edgeless water:


           something bonnets our skull fragments
 close cloth to the ears of botched head by a sidewalk
         gliding in cities imagined
        by leaves on a wing


    we aren't able to uncloak
      what goes over or under
        our silently trans heroic bridges
        of cock and dark marble
        what flows through blood that we can't capture


           in dust the struggle of invisible liquid
             makes a smooth a fragile imprint
                                                               and the dusk glows in its
                                                                 chipped-off bit
 of triangle sun


            this threshold to be  crossed singly
                                            what is it?


                wood falls
                     the blade speaks years through a handle