Seats in the ice
of an arctic stadium
cups full of the spectrum's light
that reflects and breaks.

Voice of thousands pouring
from the excrement of upper decks,
vines and the bones of feet
strangely connected.

Rings of polished glaze
the mute hose wielder
burnt marble in foam
lava's gravity flexed
and penetration saddled.

Carts across a windy sheet
speech written in ropes
the sun's cap of descending snow.