Cracked limbs, crazed eyes
the slit torso's path
down to the slime in the river

pearls of hate from the lips
that soothed the city
from a crutch of bones

bulging with proud meat
when the days were full
of friendly poison
and he sucked it up like a jet engine

to spew confetti from the outskirts
and the dry lanes

where eyes look out from
machine made caves

ribbons of space
curling on the speed of earth

the peace of his blood
like mica in the mountain rock
blinking with lunar light or noonday sun
an untouched button.