In the shade of the eclipse

I gather my fallen arrows

and dip them in a river

of melted gold.

Cracks in the sleeve

of earthly daylight

pouring through

ancient space.

I drop my fork and spoon

my bones of ink

this body of vagrant water

ten tons of concrete runways

and the cloak of sweet grass

I wore while the days grew frantic

cells of time

departing webs of vibrant roads

through a rain of bright wet smoke

dust walker's

magnetic glasses.

Beads of blood

on fans of ruddy quills

attach to hairs of death

and then fly off

like unstable bullets.

Here in the orbit's

gray scorched basin

scrape me out with tongues

send me around

the acres of Saturn's rings

improbably take me home.