There's a camera in your mouth
canal's cold leaves
branches on tin that cross stain-lit teeth
laundry pots of puppies' eyes
stirred in satin rings
stuck to the embankment's sides.

Grasses mounting metal hills
flowing over sewer throats
years of manufactured intelligence
painted stairways and coffee mug skulls.

Doorways blazing from a cleft
in the explained air.
Insignificant numbers like hot cheese
melting close to the earth.
Shuttered voices reading
the wishes of silence
a machine's vacant sneeze.