Height Asunder

Astronaut Underground

Something heavy,

Chasmal and dripping;

What shatters eyes,

Covers teeth,

Little mouth stones

Rounding slits of hives

And the yellow dander

Of human bees

Mariner’s malaise,

It made the ocean sick,

Apnea and what escapes

Not lacking air but

Nothing weak either see

Crow’s lines in the rocks

Hear your own

How loud they creek

There was terror in its skull

Greater limits that had been

But not now, not again,

Robes chrome and sulfur

Fen the corse alive

To our fleas, war paint,

The face of dogs and

Stale cots for church glass.