The tadpole boy in [tas?] Basalt 

The seashorse horsing in the salt

The owlet in his greenery

The narwhal in his cup of sea 

They all believe milkymoon

They all believe milkymoon


But collusion bleeds through back allies

From parapets that end on feet

When one is weak they discretely meet

They throw the bones into the street

And they progress

And we retreat


And all the books our fathers wrote

Are in the middle of the road

Little by little we implode

History brittle, brown and broke

We can't remember what was spoke

So we stare in wonder at the smoke

What it begets is born alone

We know not now what we have known


Ladies; breathe deep against your whalebones

For your children come home made of stone


The terror seething sees a way

Or like the wheezing of the bay

In miniature agonies

They travel westward on the breeze

Bring us all to our knees


The dappled horse the sorrowed mare

With eyes that do not see but stare

Beneath boots as black as malachi

He drives a nag into the nigh

Into the nigh


And all the baby boys we've born

With eyes averted from the storm

Sent off to die in perfect form

We know now what we have known


Satellite photos [rederic?] Milkymoon

See how the euphemism stick

And when they come back broke and burned

Those who return have no return