through the desert calls
the air rides
up to a secret channel
beads of shrieking flesh
are baptised in glittering rows
with oil of mercury
strings aching in the meat heart
of a desecrated sun
spinning discs
bounce off a frozen chicken
and distribute acidic letters
lungs fall in resounding buckets
clay is combed over by blades
and made to sleep in the oven
for a handprint's shade.
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