"ash flowers ..."

Ash flowers      the dead eat
rapt on a bicycle    in betel leaves
God's house is his car
zero to forever, flat
which he saw, and accepted, resignedly
a sacrifice     the cleft and fleas
on Pasternak's book jacket a KGB studmuffin
moiled in the sepulchre    the vortex'd soil
woke metamorphosed to a mongoloid gimp
"I could see the heart of the world
the beat of tides, the infected sea"
"With somewhere to be, I'd skip those brownies,
and we are always travelling,"
             he said smarmily.