lucent fangs

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Bats wheel mindless
in the crackling
march of violet fire,
flung down in lit wires,

debunking the night
in the holy splash
of spears alight

and didn’t you
know that God’s a
shrieking cobra?

Jutting death scintillant in
hollow swords, black hills
pincushioned by
lucent fangs,
dogs folding into corners
as venom pumps down
through
forking
veins.

Or maybe Zeus has gone to a rave,
paparazzi flashing orgiastic
as he grins, all bouncing beard and
dinner-plate-eyes, hurling down glow sticks from
the diamond guts of mirror ball stars,
stomping to darkpsy on the bouldersmash
of thudding cloud.