A smatter ing of words pile on
within and out: a rabbit’s foot,
an emancipated goosebump, the
loud falsifications of rhyme.

Yield word ling to the scythe, to
the dull burrowing of each wordlike
wordlie; the semantics of the bull
horn will eclipse all that is smudged.

Prime some thing out of blobs of word
forms, as if creation is honor-bound
to reveal under oath of a slipped tongue,
a fairied tooth, unfairly tooled, singed.