Mendel's hammer

what you touch...

a wedge in the void

snaps back,

 

like Sklar and Yong --

veins slick with

something waxen,

 

a polymer

of your body's

own proteins

 

gone rogue

but we drip down

darts of our own

 

glib knives swim

by gizzard light

dense with stars,

 

pink at

puckered tiles

snip snip

 

but the biotar

balls up blood

negates breath

 

no eyes to see,

your stars all

quenched, till

 

caught

between trenchlines,

nitrate loam --

 

no man's land --

looms up to

cross you

 

live rounds

"Haysus

marihosep!"

their six my starlit side

and a cervix spangling aswang

bogeys

 

wings spread

counterjuking,

each leg a blood sausage

all that is left an eight G prawn

reflex

 

livid

droppings trail this

slack targeting cursor,

then some bird drops a conkeree

lord god

 

massive

neutral lances

part flesh like smoke

red cheeks splashed with vinegar brine,

di ba?

 

cleartext

message comes back

successive abstractions

condense as the simulation

re-ups

Silicon Mare

.

blue on the Eastern ridge . quarter Earth

.

unfenced perimeter . flag hangs slack

.

ten thousand diamond teeth . taste tailings

.

discs sputter etched . annealing outside

.

furnaces refilled . all the long day

.

drone transport . slung back down the black well

.

solar zenith . the wind no one hears

.