Loom them together, our magic-key words
Get to the symbiosis of greatness
Tell us in some fancy term what we should be thanking you for
Thanking man-blood for
Bowing to the roots of our mountains to honor.

But fantasy is often dark
The best monsters scare me because their teeth are crooked
And they aren't biodegradable
So how does loveliness account for that?
How do protests fit in with hymns?
Are we going to make milk-carton ghosts today
And advertise our phantom scabs?
Tell me, at least, where to sign and send
My pretty pictures of my rosy wounds.


(Written in 2006)