the
nerve of the dragons
dragged
from earth to spirit
going
blank, coming back
loosening
a straightjacket.
the
many traps, the back clearance
the
graveyard. more found these
boundaries,
a
busted AC, a broken radio, days
moving
out of sequence.
too
many years abandoned,
thunder
to trees, afire in a daze—
doing
as requested, a nice soul,
raided
by thoughts: too much rain,
a
running iguana, a praying lizard,
fire
in a chest, hearts ablaze,
if
to sacrifice one last mass.
