TMP PUMP HOUSE

deaf saints
crawling to the Saint of Light
bagged carrots and peppers from the taco shop in their sacs

worms in the cradle
winking at themselves
frenetic and obeyed
Reflections misty
change in the weather
waking Dark Other from Its nap

creek of pus
Hear me now
fragile ecosystems thumb it to ravines soaked in excrement
Excited children gather around the tree
Reciting the Lebanese poetry of trance workers

with the grey hand of expired saints
chugging wolverine tears in the taco shop with free carrots and peppers
TMP PUMP HOUSE

THEY BOUGHT OTTER SKINS WITH BLUE BEADS