Geology is digging through
my brain
a manta engulfing the world

to throw it up once again
to a guild of a lifted dagger


Neo-wolf but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time

a collection of failures

A diabolical sequences of stabs

written in cunning stone
from the fossilised of thieves
our lives dies


I see the nursing all-mother
spitting out a trail of termites

in the mouth of her first-born hope
breast ripe with smog-filled rebellion


Apathy dressed in violence
white insectoid legs
curse her lips and mouth

receptive only to pain