Ants lined up in rows Ripples in the cathedral Signatures on letters Shifting in your seat Your ursine veil Draped in gold pelts of blood Hands obscured by the light Your jewelry is inlaid with mud Looming sleeper car Equipped with an air brake Spikes contorting limbs Forked head left on a stake She comes in jagged and sterile Stitches from my neck Fall out in pools of iron and silk Silver reflecting the eyes unfamiliar to mine