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