Soldiers collect & number: pigment, hair, jade, roasted meat, timber, cum. The enemy’s flute; the face of an enemy as he holds his young; the enemy’s face the moment it’s harmed. The woods are a class in what they can take. The country is fat. We eat from its side.
Fieldworkers of the Sublime
In a dream, two lovers’ thighs scythe
around each others’ centers.
A scientist grafts eyes
onto the tails of blind tadpoles.
It works. The proof
is the tadpoles can now follow
rotating optical patterns. Nervous systems
rebooted, they swim
into the fluorescent light.
Once the laboratories begin hatching
bombs, the pond scum and lilies,
their slick, hairlike roots,
are left naked in buckets. The room
of the world shakes. If you see me
from there, there
where I have lost you, here
is a picture of my body, bright with data.