I am a woven belt made of wood.
I am a haphazard circuit board.
I am a shirt made of fish hooks.
I am a train trestle made of lampshades and ax handles.
If you meet me by lamplight
keep your acquaintance brief and your own lamp low.
Worms are fish food only if find them.
There are bible verses in the soil too.
But I seek the metallic taste of the Other,
those dark truffles of stone and diesel.