Going to war with flesh in a sun ray
benched for a river of ozone
birch flowing on hills of no empire
crumbled seats of stone
android informed hillocks
flicking ash into a soft abyss
watching it balloon into clamor
on the steam floor of the last world
and the last world
and the last.

Kingdoms of leaf on which
to sit in elevated shadow of oil.
Ruined gaze that inhabits
the transparent seas.