The angel died upon strange leaves
Voices arrogant
Stretches on skin
Dark trenches onto light
Give the oath upon the knife
Noise demands a certain respect
Chieftain littleness never wins
Protochrist was the only one that ever lived
Danced only in fire where mountain-grass
Smells of danger marathoning in footsteps
Heat as my subject
Cousin alienated from cousin
Screaming laughter
As we approached a wet water god
Shooting