black dog for Winston
he was a lousy gambler
dice rolling in blood

my hands to my ears
blocking other's siren songs
yet my own sings on

un-giant's causeway,
a non-Ikea non-room,
the outside unclosed.

Branches reaching far.
Grab and hold the giant star.
Dismayed, darkness falls

fragile translucence
made quick by the sun's first touch
the infant stirs

needle to heaven
for the god-kings to look down
upon their spittoon

worlds burning in war
stars dance around makara
all transformation