we ring to hear our echoing

spit dripper, spiting us, flowering child littering the prairie,
peek-a-boo keeper, like collecting ants and antigens,
tubes of glass, some filled, some begging for moisture,
some pan-handling for a cure to the cure.

sitting cross-legged, floating on genies rags, skimming the yoke,
light up, the sky up, it's tied up, all fried up.

hands laid across hands, sucker punching symbols, bloodied prints of real,
vibrating! vibrating! vibrating! vibrating! vibrating!
crossed-off diminuendo, many voices, tongues held with bailing wire.

we ring to hear our echoing.