into the road of sun-blooded waters

inside the white spray trailblazed over
                                                  a man’s tongue, a woman’s palm

past the flicker of cells blue with pay-per-view

enameling the night with pale panes,
                                             casting spitlight on the beach where a couple

this evening went trudging down to dark

belly to belly, backs turned
                               to the salient details of dictators

dissolving in sand, hanged

celestially, geotropic—: this wants
                                           to kill you now, to bury your moment’s rain,

to eat you alive, O pioneers—