 Willing came from an unburied kind, dead kind, not yet gone, people. Not spirit, not ghost, not flesh, shapes, shifter, time, ethune. Turmeric, sage, cayenne, guinea pepper, white willow, I cannot find, their body can't find. Where the disappeared and the fractal become made, bone shard carried away. But will he come back all through the courage of trees to sleep beside the murdered well? They are those deaths, whether bullets or the knives or the spears or the blood or the tears or the cunt that made the day of gone. Will he be the medicine? Scream in the cavernous dark of marble circle and marble plant rolling. Clank slide, muscle roll, disappear, seed and black brow, dark under dwelling, pockets of dusted white stones littered, worms behave generously and burrow magic. One works off the sanded bottom, kisses the newly born root and not begin here. Protected beneath blood, dying and birthing and the black blue of the swallow of the clock and not be long on the surface of drying cotton. Beneath the soaked river body, boned of the discarded, the unloved, it is the exoskeleton of memory. Willie, I've got tears. They've got stories and ledges. They do not make cassettes. The hunted? Be careful of the sunlight. I've got a map for you. Use the blood of the tides to locate the circumstance. You'll need them. Their spit is a wound. Hands slide, sprays, Oshay shungo above heads, splintered in crap across tea, a fallen timber, sit at the house and steal fire. Willie, they, because Willie is all time, all day people, all this moment and the next, all the ashes and crashes of thunder. Come here to make right. Willie, all them men and women and girl, child, boy, lady, uncles, not before spoken. Willie, they, here, to take back rope. The hunted, I'll turn, turn, follow, step and fly. Come, wipe your swollen mouths. I feel the irons in my heart. Cover your head. Three-quarter tablespoon marshmallow, root boulder in right hand, walked across road, flanked by oak tree and dusk. Step right foot hind, earth clench, foot step, put root, put mouth-water to earth. Hind or heels, open gate, open gate, open gate, open gate, climb inside, death burn, something white for ancients, poor ancients. Step inside, step inside, step inside, step inside, step inside, black plastic paint, your face will dye you. dye you, Willie bring two fingers to skin lids, blow snail dust about you, boil back poison and blood and eye and eye see, see them killers see, cradle you, this white boy enters, train carrying gun, his hands on the trigger, little fingers wrap, little joints plastic, sit automatic bang, bang, he sweats, damp, oily at the root, sit, gun on lap, attention, the bounce of youth and danger, right, left, leg, thigh, Chris and his three trans women stand at subway doors, smiles on three faces, a universe in clutches, handbags, leather, worn, spilling, glitter cannon, he reaches down, satiate the frenzy of his blue and white Nike laces, you step on my boots again, man, I'm gonna crack you, side gun at his shoulder, five eyes, me, boy, barrel, they lose smiles, they keep teased, me afraid of the passing moon side, go, go your feet, go run, man, go you, man, run, man, where do you go? Run, run you, you run, go, go, man, run you, feet, man, go, man, go, get, man, you get, man, run feet, get you, man, go, get you, go, run, man, you, where you run, you die, man, go, go, you, go, get, run, you, where you get run, go, go, go, you, run you, go you, you, the surviving soldiers tour at their overcodes to free their cartridge boxes and weapons while frantically searching for someone to shoot the blacks accordingly, prepared to send their families and possessions across the river, then they made ready to meet the enemy, get run, gout behind with guns and trees, you, you get, man, feet, go, get you, whiskey and promise, place, go, get you, go, get you, man, go, snatch your momma cap over his way, you run, you die, man, make coats of sales to smother, build boats, drain, waters, go, you go, get run, where you go, go, go, go, you, go, go, where you go, run, and hide, dreams, cut, scythe, and go, you, feet, go, run, you, man, go, you, run, man, where you go, willy, see they, not every day I die. Your time, I find me, a new body, I find me, a new body, new lungs, and I sit in the skin, sometimes I move from here, time to ago, find and make fleas of the chasers, and this cement, soft, once made river, this ago I die, I coax you, I ancient, I dancer, these crackling souls, my only pass, this now ago my own two feet bleed, strangeness and broken pierce my boot, each every step I do not trespass on land born of my own bleeding. I hear rings around this crippled air, sea leaves mixed with blood, below it I spit next to the mess they make in oak steps, to my dancing throne instead, it dissolve, make steam, no opening yet to the other side of my spit-stay and impotent puddle, you offend me, my back was stolen, replace bone with rock, then rock back to bone, I walk the memory of emotion, go get my bird of prey knife, at my side encase the thieves return her stones, they will lie about you, they will say you are crazy and not free, they will say the lead that poisoned you should have taken your life, instead of convincing you your blood was gold, you will scape, they will have to kill you, a soon grown child in your arms, they'll poison him too, pierce child flesh, survive to live, die free, die free, die free, baby bones baptized in lead against free dead mama, what garden spring among riding farmers frothing in, wait, bear your bones to those armed ones who murdered your free mama, make circle of the whole, make whole of the circle, pour your marode, meadow and left palm cradle garlic clove, bite for eating, bite for killing, thread cilantro and clorella between your teeth, swallow for eating, swallow for killing, poison from you, that's me, I sat on stone as they went on going, curl my eye at the goings on, I'm taking off, days, seconds, they're the shouted remnant skulls cartilage the once people who shipped the crowns under through stormed feet, you center straws at my veins and pull through your teeth, nothing to postulate not a seed nor a well nor bed of ashes, your greed is a bore and it trains you will all lose your skins if you do not go to the no place I've made for you where I go in the night they dawn now where the women lick the then they weave a ones each one there are others holding hands and manes women licking the once women were boy children, once non bodies on the outer circle of triangle parachute sunshades and deserts dry and fecund and there are others drinking gravity tested at the back of your throat for preservatives it stains black ain't dark and the cosmos ain't no thing ain't the unknown it is everything nothing the sum of not please not being you cannot live beyond the beyond it is the every it is the vacuumed whole spotlight swallowed by mass glowing in black glow black rip your saliva down a dish by the oranges a cigar and say what you mean