Magnetized fishes
with eyes that glow
impregnate the wounds
of a thousand men
Ten thousand more would die
to be granted such an audience
with Bozo the clown himself,
pulling the strings of the slipstream
We have traveled such great distances
to fish the eyes of man
that there is nothing left
but incremental change
tumbling backwards
atrophied, like the sprouting of ways
--Eli Fox
