Listen that Raggy Levee

hopping continents like freight cars,
making rounds across
the earth, following a mask
of coastline to meet the present
        eye           to           eye. . .


this sky's arms reaching through
brittle stone with roots that
push into the unknown like
fingernail sprouting forth
from polluted lakes of death
disguised as heirlooms, a mirror.



well, my own nuclear ambitions fall
into contrition in the face
of the wall outside our house.