in view of blue orchids
on a rattled omen vase
crust and core undulate
the ground shakes
and its crumbs spread to fulminate
along then came a spider with
a blue messianic face
pulling martyrs out like **** stems
from unsuspecting graves
unfolding the patchwork of
shattered porcelain paint
rim and base suffocate
luminous sprites spread
to fill in the missing space
with tired eyes and fire light
they meld it all into a frame
placed on a pedestal
to sermonize disaster
and voluminous revival in the wake