Horse The Band

a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a
downward spiral trails of charcoal trails of gray half
burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now. as scary
as bees with the heads of raccoons, we seem to have
split the embryo too soon. shape shifters bulging
splitting reveal the underneath flaming stars, falling
sky falling on me. shape shifter splays his face again
a terrible bargain smoking birds dropping from the sky
plummeting PLUMMETING! -and handsome shoved his