Viewing molecules through a magpies
monocle tucking into hats to appease
a man made hunger Of calves stone
that In the half light of island
truths looks as shaved as dressed Victorian furs.
As valley girls faerie dance to show
the boys to their honey dregged grave.
As cold hands draw on a silver
Soviet boot propagandist of milk tooth
that dangles from its thread
the call signs hidden and carved
Into wood block.
driving cognitive Dens of iniquity
back to the wilderness.