Tin (The Manhole)

I'll be the fox by the road I am

Enormous and evolved.

A predatory mass, in the dark I am unseen

Me dripping oil from my tail and

My eyes are through the fumes

Yellow as the arc of imagined LEDs.

I leave a path in the snow little

Rainbow diesel paws

I devour the smoke

That erupts from all exhaust.

I make a dash for the median

There's a banshee searing past

And everything is light and

It's noise and I reach the grass.

My eyes are wide and my teeth dropping

Straight out of my skull

They clatter on the road

Anatomically displayed.

I am as lithe as a vine as I

Whisper up the verge

And I am almost up to

The shoulders of a horse.

Little Sea Anemone, pool of rocks

Why'd you see, an enemy I cannot?

Could there be, a more heavenly artifact?

As pure as that?

I sleep a while in the dark of a

Warehouse by the sea

I am now as giant as the sun I used to love.

My limbs are shoots springing forth I am

Impossible and black, and I can feel

The gravity rushing into me.

I feel a pull on my fur and a

A hundred tiny hands

I can feel the men and the women clamber on.

They will embrace me tonight as a

A father and a son, and

I will carry homo-sapiens through the night.

I can not imagine the things they did to you.

I cannot imagine the way it feels for you.

I can feel the gravity rushing into me.

I am but a hole in the fabric of the scene.

I was but a drop in the ocean all along.