Yonder the rainbow gum by the mangrove choke point, which catches plastics and suburban stormwater debris where the river mouth kisses the lake and feeds algae and plankton and newly hatched schools of bluefish, we find a wood-chipper attached to a mechanical clown who moves its head from side to side and in its movements cleaves the mangrove choke. A mule pulls a golf course over the river’s mouth and a trumpet squelches and sputters as it sucks in the vein of the land, airships firebomb the neck and in the haze of the aftermath a helicopter drops a factory on the green of the 9th hole. The rainbow gum charred and full of life regenerates and spits flyers for discount mayonnaise. A single black cow dragging its teats over the cinder field moans for lantana berries or pokeweed. A one-legged boy wearing a hat with a propeller ambles over on his crutch and folds the cow into a jacket and drapes himself in it. Maggots the size of whales wriggle over the dead cities and hollow them.