Triptych
I.
Falling river,
blue speedwell conjured
from earth,
curtaining nothing—
rotted ivory, bone,
blood of sport and war.
Poisoned moon, pockmarked stars,
shadows harnessed
to blossoming quasars,
and in the foyer,
stacks of bullets,
white-flecked boots, ruby mirrors.
II.
Monstrous visages await
cocoons of ultraviolet fire.
In the early dark dark,
long-toothed rats
wither in a heap of expired coal
and statuettes.
III.
Ladle of hominy,
plates of grilled tomato.
Upon the brass-work of the wall,,
wasps dizzied with mead
sink into blue paint,
stars scorching their wings.