from Terror Matrix

in paradise that i said lake should jump
into a you          so how’d i miss the maw and
run from paradise into below the spout
and ride the rim and circle down the fur
where white collects to silver ring
before the drop          the lightless part i dare
you not to think of abe while coursing
coursed half crane's hard neck no ring
to make it yield mistaken catch          who
made his business          sure it was a man
to scout another sheep to glut and slit its
throat and pay attention to encourage it
dakota dead en masse was news to me
persona split’s a genre i adore          near
thirty dead beneath a cloudless sky as
sure as it was told to me online          to pull
the teeth to put them back in place          to
plagiarize the writ of sheep before          say
lake for bloody grace to jump i said fill
me a scrip for this to raise the dead

From Terror Matrix (Timeless, Infinite Light, 2014) by Zoe Tuck. Copyright © 2014 by Zoe Tuck. Used with permission of the author.