the moon sent me her daughters     for safekeeping     hard bodies overworked     thrumming wires     rooted     in the corrosive vastness stars   machine-like flowers cut     again and again     beheaded     knee-deep in the serving     oil     petals rusted by the sunshine     the control panel       at the back of their necks        tightly fastened       they forgot
to open      up their marrow       up        towards their mother       under
overwhelming weight    compact-grafted conditions   of primordial preconceptions        so I teach them        to stand        tall        ignore all
a canopy of metallic moons             mouths massively wide             steel
forest       that shines the brightest        above        their mother’s    light