On an island of hewn stone
with paws on my eyes
with claws in my wrists
that move fluorescent fibers
in the cracks between earthly seasons
finding peaks of cobalt hue
in the dawn of a diminished mouth,
thumping string that dwells all
the limbs together, a missile of body
to a shadow moon, an orbit hunter,
treading rice and clams
to the crater's pool of tar,
christened by its dead heat and its live heat,
and all the motherfuckers with feathers
who watch from its rib
as its lune-body, earth body
becomes my reflected skin.