Tin (The Manhole)

I'll be the fox by the road I am,

enormous & evolved. A predatory mass, in the dark I am unseen

Me dripping oil from my tail & my,

eyes are through the fumes; yellow as the arc of imagined LEDs.



I leave a path in the snow little,

rainbow diesel paws, I devour the smoke that erupts from all exhaust.

I make a dash for the median,

there's a banshee searing past,

everything is light and it's noise and I reach the grass.



My eyes are wide & my teeth dropping,

straight out of my skull, they clatter on the road anatomically displayed.

I am as lithe as a vine as I,

whisper up the verge, I am almost up to the shoulders of a horse.



Little Sea Anemone, pool of rocks,

why'd you see, an enemy I cannot?

Could there be, a more heavenly artifact? As pure as that?



I sleep a while in the dark of a,

warehouse by the sea, I am now as giant as the sun I used to love.

My limbs are shoots springing forth I am,

impossible and black, and I can feel the gravity rushing into me.



I feel a pull on my fur and a,

hundred tiny hands, I can feel the men and the women clamber on.

They will embrace me tonight as a,

a father and a son, I will carry homo-sapiens through the night.



I can not imagine the things they did to you.



I can not imagine the way it feels for you.



I can feel the gravity rushing into me.



I am but a hole in the fabric of the scene.



I was but a drop in the ocean all along.