snake

Mice drink acid like lemonade
With concrete block lungs.
Dreaming of glazed ham,
Belt undone hero.
Buried in sand covered bread.
Horde of ghost fish on tail.
Swirling glass fragments.
Black rimmed eyes and roads.
Stare at films of night.
Green dogs and bacteria drinks.
Shattered smoke and rafts.
It’s a torn map.
Of an underground world.
But it’s made of burnt embers.
And crows who won’t fly.