A raid
 of birds
 cannibalizes blue poppies,
 dancing on fountain waters,
 like a hailstorm on a pond.
Brain roots
 diving fierce
 overgrow the earth’s core—
 sparkling cool synapses—
 colonies of earth worms.
Laughing winds
 flow green
 through chatter city-forests
 bouncing in bone-brick homes:
 pillow memories afloat.
Black cloth
 layered fresh
 with grey-erasers rain,
 drumming a quiet tone—
 like an audience of clapping infants.
Crown saints
 urinate
 diamond prophecies—
 dance on wood-decks in flames
 of their quiet demise.