Reliquaries

Did didact subtract
texts from the due
over library fences?
Molten cardinals
punish the over-sung
songs. Wind is grist
for Vaclav Smil's energetic
predictions, running out,
grown humanity bloated
to the point of metabolic
showdown. Heart muscles
take brain, there is a liver
in there whose appendages 
won't bear to burst at the
true sight of the one false
bod, hanging musculatures 
on frames that magazine 
their way into your feet.