The first bit of action in years. Sat there
with blood coming out of our eyes, applauding
immaculate artistry of a wayward soviet.
Excitement when the volcano burst; autumn
spliced to a memory with a finger’s flick, holiday
blockbuster playing out summer’s end.
Move the earth to be with my good friends,
Move the earth to be there when it ends.
Our absolute team
has gathered light of evening,
shards tumbling out of our globular arms.
Shoulders lug ash.
You were too pretty with me:
you built towns with your charitable hands
but you left no footprint.
We will take on the world with a rock and a book.
Right in the dead-middle of the air
a hard-boiled hulk of a man is visible;
red yolk stiffening to a heavy glue.