The foul creature is alert.
The foul creature cannot be soothed.
The foul creature cannot be shouted down.

In the storm drains lives an enemy.
In the houses lives an enemy.
In the hallways and the streets lives an enemy.
In the trees and the bushes lives an enemy.

The foul creature moves like industry.
The foul creature cannot be stopped.
The foul creature cannot be turned aside.

If it jumps, it must be held down.
If it speaks, it must be silenced.
If it feeds, it must be savaged.
If it drinks, it must be driven off.

The foul creature does not sleep at night.
The foul creature has teeth so white.
The foul creature must bite bite bite.

Another day in the tooth mines.

It wasn’t a good job, no, but it was a stable one.
“They’ll always need teeth,” his dad had said, and Adam Cavalier had listened.
His fingers sweat and wrinkle inside the rubber gloves,
his hands ache from gripping the pliers.

Bend and yank, bend and yank, eight hours a day.
His back aches, his arms strain and shake, his eyes smart from the haze.
Dropping teeth into the buckets attached to his waist.
4 dollars for every twenty pound bucket he fills.

Rich vein of enamel here; the town is built upon it.
No risk of running dry; sonic imaging shows hundreds of layers of dentition still to grow.
Two hundred years at the current rate, and no point in going faster; the teeth grow as fast as they grow.

Lord, but he hates the way the ground squishes underfoot,
The soft nacreous glaze that coats his gear at the end of the month,
the slightly tacky viscousness of the water running down the walls.
But teeth kept his father under a roof, and his father before him,
and teeth shall lead him home, too.

God willing.

A rising tide lifts all boats…
…into the gargantuan maw of megayacht Y721, the devourer of all lesser boats!

Where it had come from was a mystery.
The bald oligarch who had it built in the throes of divorce owned it, but could not control it.
The workers who had built it had no part in it now.
The workers who had died building it had not lingered over running water to haunt it.
The sailors who crewed it were terrified of it.
The captain who ran it was a mindless thrall,
who disappeared for days at a time into his cabin
where he would take neither bread nor water.

Only the engineers seemed to know anything.
Deep in their oilsweet lairs they would gather,
jumpsuits unzipped down to the top of their pubes,
and mutter of old sea stories, of Briny Maw,
of Llyr the Ever Moving.

Y721 wasn’t picky, but had preferences.
Anything afloat that crossed its wake was fair game:
Tankers, tugs, or whalers;
Cargo ships like floating cities;
Cruise liners ripe with the rich and the dying.
But best of all were other yachts, and
Best of best of all were yachts with oligarchs aboard.

From nothing comes nothing.
But nothing is powerful, they have learned this.
The empty space that defines where something is.

Defined by negatives, they nevertheless know themselves.
Less strong, less clever, less brave, less loud,
Less rational, less learned, less daring, less wealthy.
The inheritors of every vice, exiles from every virtue.

They live in the waste spaces, the margins:
Alleyways, warehouses, basement bars,
Empty hair salons, unlit street corners,
Power stations, wastewater treatment plants,
The far corners of an arboretum.

Power comes on a crepuscular schedule.
Bleeds through in the grey light of dawn, of dusk
When boundaries blur and multiply, figure becomes ground
Shadows become objects, objects shadows
And all cats are grey.

for Marissa when times are tough

In the bad lands is yellow dog dingo and

yellow dog dingo is hungry-hungry and
yellow dog dingo is dry-dry.

Yellow dog dingo is hunting for days and
yellow dog dingo is running fast-fast and
yellow dog dingo is having no luck.

Yellow dog dingo runs to the end of the bad lands and
yellow dog dingo comes to the plains and
yellow dog dingo is awash in green-green and
yellow dog dingo eats in blue, drinks in green.

Yellow dog dingo eats itself slow-slow and
yellow dog dingo drinks itself tired-tired and
yellow dog dingo makes itself a nest in the grasses and
yellow dog dingo rings a circle round it thrice and
yellow dog dingo sleeps at last-last.