Lava encircles its prey stalking morning doves vapor
arises soaking into airborne toxins.
You claim it’s harmless, choking on rats’ tails.

Sweet nectar runs into hot springs founded
by corporations. Granules of powdered pigeons make a beeline
toward the boiling liquid. Slithering
over bumpy tongues are promises-not-kept.

Orchestras compose to fragments of tables and carvings
and we have our noses tickled by one form of water and cattails.

Knees-to-chin our posture is shot thirty seven times in the dignity
our arms curled around ourselves
tree branches gnarled and twisted in permanence
with condensation on cheeks windows to the mouth and not the soul.

Dripping from one two orifices running away from tunnels
heat can do that to a person.
Draw it in as you let it go it make illustrations a blur.