Up & down yawn inside shadows fallow stone
Entomb’d in halls of Sokar & Nefertem.
Stones & shadecool. Mason, maze, mad son:
Workers flake shavings off from the gods'
Lime- & sand-stone anti-stunt doubles
The first section presented just so
As a trial run for a campaign in the
Public domain before unveiling
What will to history be visible
Against workers shaping reflections of gods
Back unto themselves.
What surprise when divine
couture borrows from ruler’s runway shows.
They look manicured & divine; Sety pours water
Over lotuses. Body sweat & leak’d brine
Into petal condenses in a daring deuce game
Osirion absorbing milk’d color
Radiation, shadow from which emerges
Compression, density hungry for the light whose
Force’s course is embedded now in reverse.
What cannot yet be worked back into our work.
A kaleidoscope in hallways destined black, cosmic
Real estate, geodesic edifice, Martian biome
Sprouting polyvinyl chloride papyruses
Stretching in fertile valley, or across Atlantic
Tiles run fertilizer water into Louisiana’s
Gulf, bringing shrimp to hypoxic sleep.
Continental formations of things
Engineered & ditch’d, the departure
Having registered in the green graphs tilted to the heavens.
What the men running carts through market yard chart
Is an idea, the body of which rises from temple
blood streaks, comet tail, arm’d sentry men
Expressionless as knell the many bells & choruses,
Floodplains to scales drying up.
Corpses will release enough gas that, in former
Builds, would with it have brought television story.
Divine hold a slippage, globular, feet cementing
in banks of no. 7 gelatin; masses stare at
the heavens, succulent with disbelief.