Stalk's blood path of beheaded flowers

shimmering atop green rods of light

casting hooks into the sunset

that hauls them up for one last gasp

as the shells on the bottom of the ocean

drink from life

and the rusty crests of hills

rustle in the gulp

of enveloping power

I shrink wrap time's frozen morsel

and put it deep in a fire breathing trunk

whose hinges are matching the fingernails

of one who watches me depart

like saltless meat

into the belly of a vast slug

fissures darting on a spaceship's hull

that writes my name in liquid metal

to be sealed by her vision's flood

while the dams break bread for mud

the pines and ice of my surrender

roads painted for a globe's December

seed's pulsing root of crude.