Exodus from halcyon
grief mocked acoustically.
I huddle I hope to ascend
beat back by photographs
of cellar doors of pine, magma,
mothers swathing bisque dolls.
Where the hell where in Hell
do I knock around fire
to get a good look at Earth
as a particle? Remember Earth?
Wu Xing told of overcoming
or destruction—剋/克, kè.
Licking cobalt inside our cheeks
we waved we watched skies fold
sea floors like baby blankets.
Then a gasp a glance around.
Infernos have piped-in Muzak
believe it or not.