The Foot Prints of Giants

Blue clouds over brown children at play
create this day
can you inhabit the spark that ignites them?
indivisible bewitching absolution
they shine emerald
what I lack their brains are cooking
in the shape of a fish trap
I don’t know where I come from
demolished crumbling walls of a name
from something… terrible
the marvelous violence that crackles with patrimony
the void’s engine
primeval zeal of swamp
a serpent’s egg the size of a table!
in a ring of garnets a green moth
is caught in the mouth of light
boardered by the foot prints of giants