J u s t i n C o x —

from Stock Pond

.

dirt helmet a

historical helmet an

artifact metal met with

smooth dirt

i mean

ritual knowing

a tone from

tumbleweeds

stacked up over

the helmets of cars

 .

hornets comb the lane comb

the cow in its lake of flies

hornets in the eye zoidinal

hornets paper the car paper

seats and springs each hornet a

last summer sunset drive

hornet here I am

wading grasses, ticks

for a good pan, for kicks

 .

roiled

in a thick

side of

green

filigreed

heat the

horse’s heart

its big fast capacity

sweet meat of

the seed pod

jawed after grasses a

snow of ticks

drifts ankles in bleach

 .

under skies

tenderized

trail and dent

summer slick

wood tick

blankets

the hillside

butterflies

lily white

pale yellow

flower types

lift and drift a

horn of rent through

jawed commons

gum tree seeds a

spiked ball its

unlock

into place its

rotating hillside of hounds

 .

polished horns of

the bull

bleached skull

on the wall

above a pool

table light

stained glass, calcium

heat, beast wades

the algae

drinks

.