Deep within the gut of this ancient continent
the plates of the earth rub together
like the shoulder blades of an enormous, scaly leviathan,
squeezing mountains up from the earth’s core
like the bursting whiteheads
on the faces of the skateboard warriors of that shaken city,
who feed hungrily on the ocean’s crust
as though they’ve never eaten before.
Here lies the broken cathedral that forms our heart,
within lie the new wolves, our new beasts;
the beasts that have inherited us.