Streamlining my pharaoh's coffin
lid leaning against the pillars
near the treasure's exit
webs between fingers and legs
laughed off like the sun
descending through heaps
and tangles of branches
to land on silver and gold

tomb's a link in a slithering chain
tightening the globe's waist
til the earth's tits pop out
a geography of milk and submerged lava
maps in the veins of the eyes
lighting little cabin fires
the hearth of the hills
and the roof of the tomb
headdress and inseparable hands
climbing planet to planet
through the staring peak
a grave's necklace and
screen, the granite weeping.