Creeping with a methane sword
the Stone Man seeks gelatinous suck pumps
to impale as the turn of mass ejections
scares up butterfly swarms
He retreats to a green cave
when the bottom falls out
sticky residue of mysterious walls
He pretends not to notice
crawling out on resinous mud
He finds a suck pump
glowing behind a purple fern
heart slowing to a splash
the methane sword of No Name
the air thick
the thickening blood and the
suck pump is pierced
overflowing with heat and sulfur stench
catching its suck breath like
a girl bending taut across a fern frond
He tosses the Nameless aside
and steps into The Sun
claiming a throne in the sacrum of God