Ships of resistant skin
from a metallic planet.
Doves with a ball of claws
shared beneath their down.

Storms riding stacks of cans
to the theater of evening.
Trunks of a raging seed
pushing pavement chunks.

Limbs across a shut door
providing perspiration
for the blood gatherers
forever in disharmony's purple

field of nodding lances
domes of rugged heat
square's golden yield
these slapdash bones in rapture.