holding up the melting world,

none of them can see a beautiful thing, can describe it

without cue cards. On the screen it is so small,

the tectonic collisions, the signs

that lead you across a desert

but don’t dispense water,

that don’t say when enough is enough.

I dislike the thought of walking alone for so long.

I will preach to a different choir,

open with Halleluiah and a go fuck yourself. Hold a rifle

and a bible, resurrect wrath. I want that animal

that does not stray,

that will lie with me when I’m starving

because I would not eat him.