Ben River

Red and white bells
Ringing hymns of nowhere song,
A day to lay out the card house and
Bloat thy bellies in hope of plastic
Hibernation sickness

The crunch, the swine,
The full circle machine teeth
The calm before storm,
Breath before plunge
Magic dust on half moon dream

Eyes to night lamps, heart lay bare on a slab
Soaking, beating, restless, rolling in soil,
Breaking blades of grass in new wave halls
Cells coursing with fire blood
In sunshine and cereal bowl stew

Siren splintered call to arms,
Legs, feet, hands parting wires to watch
Drainpipe spiders dragging
Home on their spines