The slipping of film on bone
cold waste of curving paths
strings and their taped recorders
trunks falling and piling
without sparks or grandeur
flat brow on a wide green field
solidified by clouded moonlight
decks and their cheated views
distilled in coiling fire.

Mercury cracking the cracks in dry ice
the fingering of jagged liquid.
Slow flapping of sodden boxes
with their leaves of kept names.
A row of shacks that blow dry
the one walker
of a plowed and narrow way.