I
peal away the lower memory
of the treasuries
the accolades
plot the homecoming
forlorn cornfields
of the proletariat
& you won’t wipe away any dragonflies
from the headlights omitting battlegrounds between
your eyes
II
innocence from / height of inner thighs
tend / give you wings that
panic /
given essential forth order
III
(the entity in the middle
giving the treaties)
(the treaties that felt
contained in love)
IV
spit on
the savage knee
of a missionary
unlike tarmac
in Palestine
where no other girl
does but
grieves
to the dominions
pending
life sentences
