Tin (The Manhole)
I’ll be the fox by the road I am, enormous and evolved. A predatory mass,in the dark I am unseen
Me dripping oil from my tail and me, eyes are through the fumes;
yellow as the arc of imagined LEDs
I leave a path in the snow little, rainbow diesel paws, I devour the smoke that
erupts from all exhaust
I make a dash for the median, there’s a banshee searing past, everything is light and it’s noise and I reach the grass
My eyes are wide and my teeth dropping, straight out of my skull,
they clatter on the road anatomically displayed
I am as lithe as a vine as I, whisper up the verge, I am almost up to the
shoulders of a horse
Little sea anemone, pool of rocks, why’d you see, an enemy I cannot?
Could there be, a more heavenly artifact? As pure as that?
I sleep a while in the dark of a, warehouse by the sea, I am now as giant as the sun I used to love
My limbs are shoots springing forth I am, impossible and black, and I can feel
the gravity rushing into me I feel a pull on my fur and a, hundred tiny hands, I can feel the men and the
women clamber on They will embrace me tonight as a, a father and a son
I will carry homo-sapiens through the night
I can not imagine the things they did to you
I can not imagine the way it feels for you
I can feel the gravity rushing into me I am but a hole in the fabric of the scene
I was but a drop in the ocean all along