Lamb

Lamb is thrashing it

Hits the rhythm section

Clears the gator pit

The winter wind sings like

A choir of inbred children, yeah

The trails are desolate

The new flu tore through her school

But for some reason, she's dodged it

This spot is miles out

In wildfire-blackened barrens

Dad said dinner at six

Same gray stir-fry

With veggies from his sad little garden

Last jump at dusk

She goes big

A half-second's hesitation

Disaster's shadow liquefactive

She slams so hard

It ignites the stars

Light is leaving

There's no pain

The moments, they have a way

Of annihilating what you pictured

Drink in darkness

It fills your shape

Electric epiphanies

Jets of terror and understanding

Long ago spring

Lamb is three

It tastes metallic

And smells like drowning

Plucking burrs from her shins

The blood beads

And in the periphery

The shadow is gathering

Light is leaving

And there's no pain

The moments, they have a way of

Annihilating what you pictured

Drink in darkness

It fills your shape

No, nothing can be the same

The wave function's slowly collapsing

Elevation

From here we see

The wreckage of history

Progress suspended and combusting

Human hungers satisfied

Mom's breath in thunderheads

"Little liebchen

Don't you cry"