Spark Motes of dust float in the beam
Through canopy of bed and wood
Good
Of opened drawer and canopy
Of forest down on pioneer men
Inn
Rangers Beggars Merchants Speeches
In this floating world suspended
Hid
Like masters under canopy
And cover of a palanquin
Men
Straining lift with slavery or
Drunkenness of moon mating
Rutting
Simply, masters, servants, but no
Enoch's Enoch's Enoch's walk, no
Clue
Into the words that bury them
Drum
Mass graves' hundred millions where once
Tens of millions lived too, longing,
Stringing
Beads on rosaries and stringing
Up unnecessary man-shapes
Grapes
Exploding as high pressure lights
Imploding as they reel from heights
Wits
Lanternfish of riots, winters,
Shouts and dreams, exploding Tzar killed
Lulled
By propaganda teeming from
The crowd programmed by snore of sky
High
