Stampeded roads, that bear
their hoof-marks like bronze vaginas.
A temple's mouth that pours
torn-off and speckled wings.
Statues of velvet that turn off their eyes
when blood shrieks and the candle
of consolidated sky spatters
the shat-on ivory.
Billowing trees surrounding squares
of game-play that's been scratched
by blades of skates.
Mother and child sun
in a fortress of ferns and bow saplings
with arrows of lunar dust to the point
of the aimed deserts.