White bodies   white ocean

we work at each other

helicopters linked at the runners

upside-down and right-side up

Pink bodies   pink tissues

blades descending in a trillionth of breaths

Praise to the statue

that looks like a masterpiece

for which I don’t really care

Praise to our veins

and the veins that outlast us

Clunky trees   clunky branches

leaves crashing down

through ugly oxygen

To die a pair of unnatural deaths

You don’t care either

Only the uncertain sinkwater trickle

Only some squirrel

escaping a hawk   The answer is dead

The answer is deep

The answer’s a row of

bulbs in the dark  

till   lost in sleep   something

over my shoulder catches your eye