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