The stomachs of giant fishare dried to make the lanternsand the children sing the corn Waves are breakingbehind closed eyespinwheels from etherdance to strings unsung Tigers are wearing all our spacesuitsthe oxygen is slowly burningthe roaring is unendingin the diamonds of the night Drunken sailors are pissinginto the open mouths of baby birdsand all the…

I always loved the dark meat thatI haven’t eaten that will come to life. Unbroiled and raw the dark meat is waiting to be alive again. There is no question of a soul when you are talking about the uneaten dark meat coming to life. The soul needs to be held in by skin, and…