Touched by the electric storm cloud
clustered in waiting
that blood dispersed
stems cracking the lake's lining
where the shells
and bright grey morsels speak

and vines that a machete spoke to
word for sullen word.

Glass disguise and mustache
in the pink cloud that rides
a hijacked train
and gurgling prairie
where wires dropped and bones

took on the gloss of flesh
that a moon moves toward.