With holes for thumb sized birds

Before the sun and after there's limestone
There's so little time in this place that I get sick with motion
Before the wind throws us back in the ocean,
We'll be goat horned with sin

In dead sea skin

Half of everything we own stands up and walks away
The ancients leak, cats play in the garden
My calcium hands and roman commands all harden
Because the moon is ours
And star eyes are older
With holes for thumb sized birds.

In dead sea skin

Half of everything we own stands up and walks away.