Spelunking oars
tied to the strings
that found them,
needles scratching
the pine they fell from.
The witchcraft of many tears.

Nursing water tanks
and warrior wounds,
suspicious, gathering.
An ovoid sky pouring baskets
of goldenrod spears,
dilated lines, stung
and sprouting.

Wires of perception that
tug and make gnash.
Mailbox doors like a cold cervix.
Deracinated sun
that scorches all the borders.
Fiend declassifying his delicacy.
The twins of the warrior moon,
hacking stalactites.
Moving tables that
disclose the source,
the Neo-HooDoo heart.