see how I arch my back ?
I'm poisoned

bones do what they want
my spine is skeletal quetzalcoatl

as the one dash zero pattern commences
agile fingers shoot from the surface
now the new **** logic locks
onto hidden nutrients

the rising curtain
body of the dull hour
arms hanging about the roots
and the rocks on the electric river

they line up and burst in
sugarfruit unison
returning to exile with those
who had weathered exile with them before

we initiate the dream of a heartless choir
everything greased and ready to go
nothing crawls nor begs mercy from god
and we erected the temple of the wasps