in the night’s sky
a woodpecker kept hitting
on an ivory tree
photon by photon
from a man’s throat to a girl’s larynx.
tying red rubber gloves to his roots
with hackneyed actions.
lets father think he’s insane, holding a candle in broad daylight.
there’s a vial of poison
with an “elixir” label
hanging on the mast of another man’s beard
- a man hanging upside down
in a beating heart is gulping it down.
so when the red light stops blinking
we’re free to assume, he’s resting
because he’s tired.