Stamp the earth,
shuck our boots on
cockscomb
Ride in,
poles through
wind.
Ride into,
prehistoric castle.
painted kiwi green
guano rimmed.
a
cloaked.
face.
gods on hills
but
Are you here from the world above?
my kin.
from
flame
to flame.
Are you here from the world above?
We hear
in
Along each
rove
the last tin gilt throne,
heart .
from the world above,
but
as we eye from afar,
crawls out
& rebuild
We rest.
