the heat of our vision
see us approach
hear the words we speak
what we speak aren't words
radicals come out of my gums
feel the pain we endure
what we feel isn't pain
tell a great river ran here
their bodies connecting the coasts
how much blood eroded the mountains
red tunnels with dynamite
see that someone else lived here
marks on brick and radiator cover
you eat and eat
just what's beneath
don't return to see
the dishes are clean