Drainpipe

Have all the rapture!
Salivating as you humanize weapons
Calling out the dogs of a nuclear priesthood
In your fumbling dance, your breath is steaming
Fangs upward, over the lip
Competition of manhood; abstraction
Some ordinary distraction
Black ants in bed & stainless steel teeth
They line you up like the best cinema seats
Under a sky, in a book
Like earthquakes crawling