Disorder of roads disguised by a grid
blood oozing from rocks and soil
granules tapped by tiny saws
filling up wood with computers
each cell in a cool blue light
wires creeping lungs
shadows tortured by the reaching hand
tanks near pissed on leaves
clicking rust teeth
to the sprayed-on sky
limb spidering out from the stabbed heart
roots foaming in the deep woods
mud shingles on fading eyes
all the puddles gathered together
at the frozen cornerstone
speaking of dust and retold actions
the movements of dead men
on a strand of hair.