Play of burnt tobacco shit
a spine record of the north circular
swilling troupe of postured urban death
everted ganglia in
a poor mans wing,
strange organs and sprandles
with bulbs sporting unknown usages
intro-bolted vertebrae
on a epoch fucking machine,
look into the arche-furnace arriving
so early the anonymity will recover
in your children's children's birthmarks
like Lilly fanged treason whose perpetuity
a new ear fed from tools, muscles,
memory expiring along with it,
dream fallen on royal mandible keeps
growing lasting for ages to come
a home worthy of Name
and Name alone sinks.
