Resurrection Theme

Mastodons wash slowly ashore, atomized in miners’ gold-gravel They arrive with no pretension to truth alive in the visible form of disappearance city-bound inside metal vectors Annihilated by longitude and latitude natural surroundings surrounded surging forth, the mastodon confronts death again in the grotesque picturesque of the lens in the screaming reappearance of the screened The state of the world in our absence preserved for our presence, is a décor dictated by decree and demanding irony -- like the fly, with its faceted eye and broken line of flight