Where the car alarm fades into drums

Where the car alarm fades into drums
Tide spine

Where death watches
Inviting you to mark your innings
(Bottom of the fourth)

The tideline of the string stretches up
(Top of the third heaven)

Where I know you

We suspect suffering a currency
Like insect honeydew
To allay the larger predators
The body excretes its sweetness
For the demons to drink

Varaha raises the earth on her boar back
Is samsara beginning or ending?
My hand draws tight against the wooden cross
Marionette strings pulling against my back

Your face in lithographic ocean
Limned in silver phosphors
Drowns the demons below

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at www.robindunn.com. Read other articles by Robin.