The air was wet with tadpoles,
the night heady with flame.
A broken staircase
Candle ate moth / Dark ate light.
Ten-thousand magnetic steeples
reversed poles and pulled
a rusted chain of dissidence
into hell’s gate with nitrous hiss.
Light ate dark / Bug ate zapper.
Petrified earth cried:
“Sky, what has entered me?”
nothing had penetrated rock before,
nothing ever burned by magnified glass.
Brett Jones is a casual admirer of many things, but never a hobbyist.