FEAR OF THE
MARKETPLACE

plane eater

the river knows what is coming 

the tension in the ranks 

gives away its position 

It is willing to discolour itself 

to oversee 

scrounging off the floor

peaks overrun with widows  

from a city unable to continue 

dark spots

I see her at the top of the stream 

pouring in barrels of dysentery 

the calling card from a recurring dream 

I determine to camp another year

ensure the encephala-bridging is working 

look out in the blackout 

even though a spread is not a jam 

a price increase is regretfully necessary 

dark panels

I awake in the illusory land 

it is drawing blood  

a brick kiln 

turning into a death ray at will 

If just one particle 

can reach the wellspring 

it will break the spell