urchin

O human 

your myth 

should burn

my lantern

where my mouth

once was a Greek philosopher.

There is no us 

in this machine

turned into

lovers

turned into

ribs and free-tailed bat wings.

I breathe, and eat and shit 

my own spines.

On red land 

ride the horizon 

on the blade of a knife.

I porcupine sun 

triple coastal sacrifice.