in the cathedral's breast
and the blacksmith nails
are squeezed from wooden foreheads
clouds write a corpse onto the heaving tar
an engine's petals
unfurl a metallic wedding dress
the barbed wire jokes
and cross-thatch fences leer
an airplane hangar mailbox chokes
on gasoline lips
a bedframe's handcuffed bones
will be flashlit and dancing.
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