The Explosions - Mathias Svalina

The Viral Lease

Give me the war
under the cornfields

& denim. Sheaves of war
den the scalped city.

Torches stain
the night

with headaches
& mortgages.

Lagging miter,
I’m a Gentile

int the toothache of killings.
Beware: one cup

is fleshed
with ants;

the war has broken
& bruised wider

than eyes. Your branch

is broken.
Your brother is a breath.