Falling paths that scrape the canyon without claws
streamers of bent wheat tempting the wind
rivers of ruinous poisoned concrete
swallowing rabbits and goldenrod
steam in the vents of a broken godhead
swirling pots of alchemical death
chewing up the chainlink
graffiti hands pinched under a bridge
that emits a bubble gum smell
given by hot torches that spray
the black onto grey,
and the eyes out of the current
that have seen their prey in the mirror
and lay down their arms
on unbroken glass.