Chaos and daffodils and gigantic
bloodied pinwheels in a keening sky,
rusting iron towers struck red-hot by lightning and pirahna that have somehow learned to fly.

Madness and church-mice and clouds
turning to steam, the horizon wrenched
and ripped down a seam, stars falling to earth, snuffed out in the sea; God,
give our rain back to rain down on me.

Black hens or white hens, ice or fire:
to burn or to freeze on a...