The Waspmen in the Pines Will Turn to Watch the Gassing
       

Unbutton my shirt, crack my chest
(Theremin squeals)
and the antlered thing will rise
from my torso's cavity.

Wearing a crown of pelicans
and tallying the sand and stones,
it will fall in the street like snow
and crawl into the oven alone.

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