Fly to land amongst our buildings. Give us
the cacophony in your mayo beard. It's lunch and Jesus,
an algae sandwich again. Enough, yankee doodle dandy.
Your green guano beneath our fingernails,
let us be your tundra. Your eggs in our chest.
We can cheat meat and be a wilderness together. Vamose us
and cover forever the tunics with your blizzard mutter.