The hydrogen clouds advancing
      are cattle collective
              soot has forged.

     “How are you?”
     “How are you?”
 they ask a man in yellow
row boat, a Watchmaker 
     who plows the fields Formica.

"As fine as a water beetle," 
                         he roars,
his forehead puckered fierce.

Ahead runs a warthog, sobbing,
“So much stress 
       a nervous break-
                                 down.”

Ahead of them all, a woman named Alicia 
            spins with verve, and 
            wraps herself around white 
            gauze strips, until 
she herself 
            she precedes.