fenced in,
necks crane
and are
nourished
lest they
nourish

researchers searching for eaters
funnel all roads east,
distribute the grist,
settle in to wait
for the hungry to take the bait

smooth eyes watch
the display, the scroll of data,
and take notes

there is no waste
something will take it

my canopy
what you allow
i slip inside

the moans and wails of the torn up road
through steel canyon explode
as the powers that be drill through the parts
that wouldn’t corrode

above
the still thin reaches
that define the treeline
falls the blue sky

painting a border where there is none
bending the plans of the light that finds it
accessible
throughout the approaching haze
the rolling summer
the looming wild