The vacuum cleaner picks up pins and tacks
And takes them for a spin.
This dance of death's
Syntax cannot articulate one bit
Except the traffic of metallic teeth
Amid the hooving world-mouth, Mundus-Mund,
Sucking up Kamikazes right and left.

The particles of everlasting light
Fall helter-skelter through the Universe.

Under the double eagle sun and moon
We wouldn't want it any other way.