ENDLESS REVOLT

Drooling minerals.
The cold is beautiful snow,
the slow death preferable.
Bunnies leave their entrails
at the foot-posts of our world.
Born to be endless American,
devour apologetically.
A socket expanded to just take it all in
the face or in the distance.
Smitten by the possibilities
of rage turning on rage.
Canny foxes limber out
and catch intestines in their mouths.
Our death is universal: we will make sure
that everything alive goes down with us.
But as in a train backward--
when the moving pieces slide
glances switch to catch unwary
eyes and unresearched connection
is made, pink numerals leaping
mouth to mouth, fire's health to fire's helper.
The heat is beautiful light, our end will shine
on another world, drooling tearguards
that father suffering on what feels far.