Flash like an individual there
My drunk elders once overran an actual infinite
when their music cawed at the hillsides overlooking
the clear Spring drought that clouded over
with the tingle of nacreous monsters.
They flapped at an archaic home entertainment system,
at the modern cave drawings of fermented, white-grain journeymen,
who refused to provide water for the city.
The victims were sequestered in excavation,
their patients killed in the vodka aqueducts,
calves stretching like a veteran actor’s craning neck.