To those atavistic nerve centers
separated from serpents
we take refuge in primordial medicine
headlong into a hairless barrio
perfectly adorned with fascia garments
purified in fire we empty oceans
sealing the oath with pollen keys
You are known by clear light
on the blanket
building a set of war charms
twilight suspended
To all mandalas of new world howlers
promiscuous suckling colonies
your respiratory citrine heaves are heard
and seen
and touched with the tip of
ornamented rods
sent into tomorrow’s absence
with flower billaments of slaughtered newts
autumn’s prisoners raising
the banner of dragon emblems
most fulfilling and exquisite
clutching the conch for all to see
and touch and breathe
one last time