Tinker

O, they never miss.
Signals, missiles, most

blazing columns
of particles twist,

transcending target.
An ember's tooth rots

in open air, capillaries
break free of their beds.

Electrical farce

of far-reaching terror

drags its hooks

through molten marble,

deriving shape.

Our virulent affections

cross wires and hiss,

a grotesque flair.

How everywhere

leaves metallic tracks

on the cool surface

of nowhere: how

desolate our desires

look when brought

out of the kiln into

the mesh of morning.