mad cows graze
in pastoral kitchens, little
brother paints LOVE
in brain membranes
mum's linoleum is
slick
and
Bloodeels
leave their shelves,
open walls to feast-
powdered egg whites prop
as eyeballs
little brother feeds onions
to medical corpses,
running bare
knuckles down cheeks
in a comforting
fashion, our
picket fence
is pulsating, and
father's ties
hang in trees
