I wasn't sure

As the sky was toffee

Feeding birds

To the horses

Killing the clouds

And I cut off my face

And made skittles

With its theeth

I ate the graveyard whole

And holes open like candles becoming dogs

Well there are

Bluebirds

Blackbirds

Deadbirds

Totembirds

Baked in pies and praying to die

I made them rise

From their pies

And married the moon

And killed my face

And threw its quincunx into space

The cats are like furry constellations

They lap up the Milky Way

Speak tongues with windows open

In the fabric skulls

We wear like bonnets

To cover up our empty eyes

Behind such emptied eyes

The everything bubbles and laughs

No empty sketch

But quite as vast as children's dreams

Who sleep outside of manmade cogs

No barking disturbs the sketch of cosmae yet to come

Abba Amma

Babylon Destroyer

King of dust I swept up

With pan and brush

In a rush whilst the berries explode