Not God, but a body cast
Crackling with modernity
We got too skinny in the city
The gorgeous desolation of our final wave
All newness contains finality,
Spark of dark in infinite bright
Not God, but a border wall demolished
Simple as the heart is aching
Not God, but a watermelon rind
guarding tender flesh
Have you seen the seeds vegetate?
Have you seen the stars burn?
Not God, but a paintbrush
Smothered green with linseed oil
A feather imprinted in wet cement
Elegant, as the sea is breathing