Long roads tied by lava

to a flickering core

lashing over hillsides

with a train of smoky letters

and floating thorns

fingers digging rock

the light from an open mouth.

Vines across the veins

of molten ore

that spell a dawning body

stomachs of ink dangling

from fish hook ribs

and shotgun thermometers

a cannonball heart

breaking open on a liquid sun.