The Nudes Lift Shields for War

The West got the rest it deserved
 under oysters
 Sailing on disappearance
 Underwater
 But infallible the blossoms
 In the far night
 Under the tabernacle
 The mermaids drift joylessly
 Queer metermaids
 Snapdragon elves
 Invert against Æons
 That guided missiles
 Into the Alchemist's home
 The credit card is cancelled
 The —her eye on the sores
 And the eyes and ears
 Of wild blind eyes
 The buckethome
 Of the unready phrase
 Grand marsh of the ⲛⲓϥⲉ
 The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre
 The last thing I saw were your eyes
 They were as loud as stars
 As mute as the twilight sinking
 Over the olive tree
 Licking from the bush
 Scales stairs always up
 The monsoon was driven by the Into the valleys
 By tombs the swallows drift
 Ironic to their end
 The kittens fill turquoise cages
 In time to the milkmaid's slow calling
 Pain in the plough in the fields
 The green greedy fields
 Bleed lace and dream
 Machines and chips
 And Aladdin's wires
 The alleluia buzzes
 Brimming with sounds of and vowels
 As voiced by the deaf
 On the palates the shapes and their heads
 Like berries lush in the summer
 We were all ready to drop
 The sound of the was spears
 Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log
 Sensational news! ["The nudes lift shields for war!"]
 But swivel and bank to the left
 Breast bared the amazon
 And blind lens shuts over rivers
 Hovering illly over the mist
 The approaches might in grins
 Growls borrowed histories
 Maps are scored and scraped
 Debris, white pens, rust, root
 Swarf, machines, bad faith
 To Us
 Us
 Us
 Us
 The clouds in mists
 Covers the sow, the bristle
 The tiny mouth huddled
 In the box of blisters
 Floods comics of bibles