A replication of thumbs
Up the forearm
Like fringe
And for holding
A fighting pole
No better
Then down in the uncanny valley
Your polearms crossed like chopsticks
You greet the topless Minoan priestesses
In the distance
Their arms like goal posts
antennaea
Mythic cosplay
Bout more overboard
Crazy
And from the haze of gifts
Neon in the rain
And 19th century music
Pink cables snaking behind
Engineered enclosures
The socium is a gas
And ideology a double walled
Containment system
Any change in pressure
And the alarm sounds
Valves policing the flow
Mass flow control
Is so early in our history
Because we ourselves
A home to valves
Excellent and most truly worthy
But dogmen come dancing
With double shields
And like eyes
We prop open the lids
For sleep assures
All indignant babies
Take up zebraic togas
And cone hats with smiley faces
Eternal flames
At the peaked
Summits
And in droves
They go
To see the races
Mersimian jockeys
On a close foam
Of breakneck dolphin
Wild over the falls
Into elegant diving postures
Their finned hats
Illuminated
Among the sensor nets
Under the great
Mirrored ball
Of the finish line
Its vertical
Equatorial
