Sky's a bright dangler
blood bird on a thick wire
frigid eyes in an empty hangar
chains painted daisy heart yellow
the ribcage squeeze of a compacted train
doors shooting open like lice
the torch on such a pretty brain
strips of history in color slashed and slapped side by side
edges agitating to slip through the last cracks of a sealed world
noisily sculpted beauties sneaking looks at the drain
to be sent under valleys in the piss of the enemy
and arrive in the blanket of their own tongue
friends of dust and stone on a raging shore,
speed-needle wiping the sun
with a ship of long branches.