Score for the Body as Escape Artist

Follow the bells | through the fog | I cannot find my father | have you seen him | between worlds | swimming in rivers lit with oil | Or swinging his hammer | at anvil clouds | remodeling the storm | under the heat dome | In the Exclusion Zone | he digs irradiated dirt | by the ton | Tries on the body of a mouse | climbs cyclone | fences | Have you seen him | back home on the coast | hiding in salt wrecked pines | Have you seen him | fresh from the demolition site | dressed in denim & industrial grit | moving like an apparition in the kitchen | his eyes wet | as he places a wafer of cement | on my tongue

Score for the Body as Cautionary Tale

Sing at the feast | bowls of gravel & wire | sawdust bread | rice carved from the moon’s deciduous teeth | Wash it down | banquet of grief | with remediated rivers | ablated glaciers | hot blooded seas | industrial slush | crude plumes | holy petroleum | Count ticking cells | runaway exponentials | as spring’s abundance of yellow | caution tape | ribbons the wind | Dress for extreme weathers | decked in feathers & tremors | Sun reddens at noon | in forest fire conditions | Do Not Enter the Contaminant Zone | as molecules sink into the water table | as old gods laugh | & wag long fingers