we                         areonly         what
          
          we                    are.    clean predators
all muscles knotted fascia grimacing in
blood. swollen violence,blackeyed
nails scrabbling dainty sanguine troth.
careful gears wild nerves crackling.
and mars only fathoms the humor
of dead skin broken smooth graves
picket the hills.
                             yet          pledge i do
my little arms to
                              a pursuit of
gently broken skulls.

                                         art