Horse, master, boy—

How did God get

Back into you?

Bad dream, you

Collapse into me. Germ

Warfare flashback. Eel black

The eyes: an asylum window. Glass

And liquid as child’s final

Fever. And the city will burn.

Bad blood, come to me.

Sirens at dawn,

A metal wing burns in the desert.

Train ride at midnight, let us

Live there. Red empire

Of your talismanic mind,

Acropolis of underwater plants,

Ermine and honeyed lace.

Brave saint of nosebleeds,

Little brother, take me.

The world will surge,

And the moon

Pull its yellow ocean back.

Machine-gun sonata, we never

Signed up for this.

Stroke the bright piston

Of the machinery, fold your secret

Into me.

Each frame kills the one

Before it. Since

When did death

Arrive in a child’s

Horse-drawn carriage,

It’s eye a blink in the center of this?

My life was not

Wasted: you waited

For me.