scoliolitic trees

cremate me
using the candles
set upon
the kings dinner table

was written upon
the rubber
of a seal's skin

was written in white
like the pale geometry
of an astronauts
lightfooted meanderings

drawn out for you
with rulers
and erasure marks

etched in the rhythm of

a song of our progenitors
who beguiled us
into their campaign
with science

and a certain chemistry
of yours

and soon a certain can of spray paint
of hers

it seems to breath hoarse
like tiny proliferations of sand and wind

standing in the trembling dark
with the upright
and silent cattle
in the early
tense morning