The beginning is a rat's nest:
all slime and heavy oxygen.
The middle is a furious cloud of smokey hurricane,
twisting and twisting the air
over oceans dreaming of touching her hair,
moon blazing, bars blaring,
The end: a dimming campfire of feigned faces
and noisy nurses who ignore the puss from your mouth,
gossip, gossip, a nuke goes off
and still there are two women swapping bickered lines -
wake up and smell the pine sol,
your fake grass is gone.
You crawl to the nursery and cry
with the monsters behind the glass.
They find you and carry you back to the tomb
all white and hallow echo.