ice skating rink in hell

i'll take what i can get.
we all put on our golden jaws 
to eat the jewels at the bottom
of the lake of fire. i take a blade
& dip it into the old night sky.
drain a mile's worth of oil
to feed the flames. there are miracles 
even in the television's belly.
static saints & their beads.
we sacrificed enough flies,
their bodies cut into eighths,
for the spatula to come & flip 
the howling. here is the joy 
we knew was there. running out
across the ice laden mouth 
of a sleeping violence. throwing
snow balls at each other's ghosts.
here, we have a brief encounter
with a plastic laughter. the kind
that comes in happy meals
& in wind-up mirages. do you 
believe me? it was real. we truly
ran out barefoot across the ice.
all around it was still 
the blatant underworld. faceless
dogs & murky birds. but there
we were with our plum eyes. 
nectar of every smirk. no one
fell through the ice. we were 
just headless song birds. 
no one could steal us.