The Children of Ferocity dance through the last stand of the Nez Perce
taken to the cleaners no more forever above the garbage-
the children of ferocity dance fruited plains dance through the cranberry stained
through the arcades of Tashkent dishwashers deepening into wild canyon colors deepening
dance through the green corn into great american novels dance through the landfills
dance through the Tiffany computers at the bottom of rocktowers leaning into the gravity wind
milk sky over red vases the children of ferocity dance through the delicate
lace threaded through barbed wire water-towers on the spur line to the cold dazzle and honeyed
cows woven into the fabric of desire pavements of New Jerusalem dance through the grizzle bears'
large pieces of slate over the sky red tongues slurping up the down-hearted tromped and
chickens threaded through the levers uplifted rubberneckers dance through the
wombs budded through bangalore torpedoes grasshoppers frizzling in the grey dance through the slate
green shingles over the slateheavens earth onto the shingles through the radioactive termites
worms threaded through the piccolos of the Motherlode the crinolined rasberry lipped
lions woven into cuckoos' borrowed nests sweethearts and the beaver topped high.stepping
babies born through the first the children of ferocity the children of kingpins the children of ferocity dance
non-recoiling breech flowers with dance through the drums ferocity dance through the city through the rubber clowns' faces
petals of eyes sewn together and fragrance dance through the forms through the high- from which the ants pour out the children of ferocity
of old battleships mothballed of the dance through the ladders life poised upon the dance through the piss in the milkweed
in green corn over which the dark crows set upon the field of blood drumbeat of a word the dance through the witches filmed with
blaze against the dull blue slime upon which the Polish Jews are children of ferocity dance red varnish
of the horizon machinegunned with God out of through the stilts of the
the spurting graves over the machinegunned clowns the children of ferocity
witches straw bodies afire dance through the skins of the poisoned crows
with words of bravissimo tomorrow the children of ferocity dance through the blackness
manana we care today the moon dance inherent in the crows' feathers dance through the blankness
one sixth your normal weight dance socialized in the genticide of the hawkmen dance through the
through the barren primeval wastes living waters of slit throats dance through the candles guttering
of the dead astronaughts dance over in the broken windows of the city dance through the waters of asphalt
the turning darkness and the twirl of the and over the hardened puddles of rust-resistant steel through the shock-
fields of green corn the children of ferocity proof bellies of the witches woven into the heavyduty truck wheels
dance through the last speeches of the dance through the leopards-woven into the synthetic fibers
burning witches set to scare the crows away of hope through the acrobats threaded into the hypodermic the children
dance through the moon to the zero of the blind man's optic center through the painters of ferocity
of gravity nothing times your original leadbottom sewn into their paintings sold to the rats break. throw
the children of ferocity dance through the for the sake of a combat ribbon to wear a name on
living corn spurting blood in Trop-Artic all-season fecundity year liVing Waters
the broken moon balances the night the children of ferocity it dances back to you
of flames of crystal dance through city in breadcrumbs of
through the green corn condor-bellied
the children of ferocity and the stubble starvation the sun
dance through the city returns to you in pieces
Coke bottles in each brain of nightflesh words burn
stingrays in each soul in the scattered bones of
the children of ferocity burn witches throw a people upon
among the living ashcans living waters and the moon
the children of ferocity dance through the stubble glides dead as a cabbagehead
of Insurance Towers dance through the rubble over the massive postures of the
of High Rise Slums dance through the newspapers dance the broken bones destroy
issued through the mouths of witches burning in the backlots the drums they beat upon the
dance through the spit in the blind man's cup through the forms people dance over the earth hard-
of pity and the hawks of nightflesh dance through the plateglass chains packed the muffled sound balances
relics of Nieman Marcus Welby's wife's broken pelvis dance through the the nightflesh of empires the
situation riot comedic fishy leap upward through the stratifications children dance through the noise of
of the hierarchic year dance through the orange spotted fortifications breaking bones the drygulches of
of the faces of the yachts at anchor in a difficult season dance through fourflushers and the crabgrass of the
the blind man's eyes his pity Mississippi Turnpike River the
and the slate fields of home the children of ferocity dance children of ferocity dance through the
the children of ferocity through the flower-vested flower-printed gasoline hoses through the
dance through the rats crapshooters dance through the iron-maiden headaches through the exorcism
that feed on the gulls shiney gargle of undertakers of gong bell and blurb through the
dropped from the redline in their rich black best broadcloth Frigidaires melting around the ice-cubes
of the plum forgotten living dance through the brothel motels of deep in the wired fields of home dance through
tree of the sky stuccoed pink natural wonder formations the blue heads melting through the cubist
eaten away by copperheads and their Bandaides through the harlots' cursing old
deep-dyed comeuppance rag-tag Salem's infected winding sheets through the
riffle and raffle Tombstone rabble scraped-out babies in red vazes under the
and the fields of golden wheat all lazy Tiffany sky through the skeleton hand still holding
in the avocado iceboxes the children of ferocity the alcoholic breathalyser through the golden keys
dance through the sweet-meats cinch-bugs that revolve the drums of plenty and gorbudge
Peacemakers and the lacey tatters of the cere- through the milky-green form of the maiden in the
cloth dance through the pumpkin pie in sackcloth field of bronze wheat through the whiskery rats' faces
puffed as they play new tunes on bonepipes pierced
of classical little people frameworks the children of
ferocity dance through the eyes sewn with flowers
still damp from morning fields.
And the scarecrows are shot at dawn.