Tell me something different
Tell me what the world has forgotten
Tell me where you have been, what secret
places touched your long and fluid
belly,
what dark mysteries drew you to the hole
where I found you
you allowed my presence so I could
look into your eyes and wonder how
the plates of your skin were constructed –
no welds that I could see
You allowed me your image, the one
I didn’t ask for, but the one you
granted me
so that I might shout the glory of of your yellow lightning