Ghouls away from the source of milk and concrete disais

ghouls of harmonic resonances and muscle and skin
tasting the flowers of the canopy like rudders on a throne
graphing seaside chiefs where cords swindle back and forth
waves tender like a crawling fish donating its helmet
if death had to happen somewhere the patriarchs are overjoyed
the robes saturated with gladness seen far from home
smoking heads treading fires on the away plane of disailment