apocalypse lyric

tanks are grazing in the field behind my house.
they are big beautiful creatures 
& i am careful to not have a heat signature.
my hands are always the warmest orang.
o hands, be quiet like the faces
of singed onlookers. give all your rustling 
over to the copper leaves.
you can light a fire if you give it enough thought.
the grass is blue with bruising. 
i'm setting out this morning to build a raft 
of foil & floating. the river is shallow 
& might not go anywhere but some people say 
the next town over is greening again
& that there are re-useable teeth 
along with several plastic straws to be found.
in a future life, i hope to be 
a tank. i always assume they have 
no fears. throats full of endings.
instructors told us the tanks were here
before us. before our skin there was metal
& before metal there was oil.
if i were a tank i would hide 
so i wouldn't hurt anyone. i would
find a path between the thick poll forest
& place myself deep into the wild.
petroleum jelly flowers are in bloom again.
i pick one & place it in my hair.
a smearing i taking place
only a few miles away. i can tell
because the ground is shaking.
in order to float you need to forget.
i am trying to forget 
the taste of sharp citrus wires
& the smell of a bird who came
to die on the floor of our living room.
organic & scared we wrapped the bird in plastic
to try & save it. now i am 
getting heavier. i need to think 
of the soft pieces of comet.
yes & the black frost of winter.
the seasons change is consistent.
trustworthy. the water is
sometimes electric. o town 
please be greening like they save. please be
swimming with angels & glass.
i have never had a sturdy window-maker 
to tell me the truth.
i have never placed my feet 
on the soil of a great farming.
o town i hope your fruit 
is round with acid & the biohazard suits
are red for spring. let there be
no tanks in this town or maybe just
only one great one we can learn how to pleasure.
the water moves slow because it is coagulated 
this time of day. oh well oh well
i will lay down 
& think of a hollow-bone future.