Ark Spurting Blood

High up in the atmousphere
Where ozone layers dwell
Is a ship of birch and hickory
That emits a sulphur smell

Saline crusts and splintered planks
Gold and copper shafts and cranks
Where once were filled up ocean floors
Floats the Ark of lost ghostlore

Along a path of rail ley lines
the Ark glides reverse sky plates
Sparking tectonic stress zones
Fold and stretching crustal slates

For eons it has sailed at night
Farming deadly orgone clouds
Among the Black Hills' landscape
Deep down where volts crack loud

Dirt-dust, bone-skinned animals
Live among dank cabins and decks
Many, mummified or stuffed
Vomit spermed blood from dark shaft wrecks

Grizzlies, elks, moose, cats, and wolves
Whom once roamed the grounds for years
Are now hide-wrapped, dust-spored corpses
That rule the troposphere

They kidnap lonesome drifters
Spilling blood rains overboard
Eating infants bodies fresh
Caught by ghost town insect lords

Gaslights burn into the night
Springing acid pools whom bite
See the arid soils blow
Alien husks up like a kite

Mining camps that still remain
Sacraficed their hard found gains
But of those who would not
Blood rained down- Drove them insane

When humanities gone away
and Lumares come from out of caves
Building crystalline trapezoids
this Ark will land to release those enslaved.

R.Polysorbate 60 (Dec. 1996)