On dotted black veins
Flow the multi-colored moustraps
Thick with beaded perspiration
Pounding the petroleum pulse
And some immense steel spider
Has made its web
Carrying the cold flame of the future
To drown the cells in blue boxes of bliss
Overlapping itself to create an electric sinew
Grinding and groaning to membranous copulation
Rich fields of neon wind themselves
Into cratered chitinous grey matter
Filling the aluminum skeleton
With a wet sound of being
And from some light that burnt
Out long ago the bells of a chapel ring
There depicted the concrete crucifixion
Mouth agape, aerosol flows from his eyes
Motor oil drips from hands held in place
by massive gerters
Singing sweetly with life
And hanging from a chain on a rearview
mirror.