A Fortune Teller
With a Wild Tail
Gazes into a Whale’s I
For it has no Future
Up on a Bridge
Overlooking Dark Ridge
Mountains of Televisions
Screens Snowing Static White
Metals Leached
Out from Bone Beach
With Oxygen Magnets
Until Truth Becomes Lie
In the Forest
No One Adores Us
Just Poached Hearts
And Fasting Starless Skies
At the Factory
Machines Talk Politics
Hiccup and Chirp
On the Eve of the End of the Line
Words Fight Words
Sentences Fear Fragments
Vowels Throw Stones
At Conjugated Verbs
When the Sun Slips
And Even Evening Loses its Grip
Only Then
Can the New Dawn Rise