The poet stared down
from his station in ozone
above the Sierras, detected
her S.O.S. telepathically…
Standing on the bridge of the ship,
A Class-A Tactical cruiser,
Floating in the vacuum,
She laughs…
I have learned the tongues
of many races of man
And eaten them too.
So if I’m to die here in this new world…
Zeus spoke to Hector urging him
to fight harder
calling him coward again and again
sending His messenger Iris…
I am the breath of Saint John.
Live.
My face is a prayer.
See me…
Why does the vampire bat
drink my bloody things?
There should be
pygmy bats…
