Vacant stairways where I used to crawl
for putting the animal into the animal
a long roof streaked with piss and brick ash
from the falling kingdoms, the falling
democracies of the flesh

organs conducting all blood and care
away from one another,
bulbs growing on a fence of flattened eyes
shelves of bone teeth
melting wafers of glowing cartilage,

covers pulled back from a skinless beauty,
thatchwork of corroded personal bibles
yielding long brown snakes of release
to a collection of tupperware petroleum,
follicles upward in paint
the sighing of garage doors.

Thumb harp in the lower jaw
calls to seagull's feet
as the destiny of the brain
is removed like a sore.