I dreamed my genesis

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking / Through the rotating shell, strong / As motor muscle on the drill, driving / Through vision and the girdered nerve. // From limbs that had the measure of the worm, shuffled / Off from the creasing flesh, filed / Through all the irons in the grass, metal / Of suns in the man-melting night. // Heir to the scalding veins that hold love’s drop, costly / A creature in my bones I / Rounded my globe of heritage, journey / In bottom gear through night-geared man. // I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel / Rammed in the marching heart, hole / In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled / Death on the mouth that ate the gas. // Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest / Of hemlock and the blades, rust / My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing / My second struggling from the grass. // And power was contagious in my birth, second / Rise of the skeleton and / Rerobing of the naked ghost. Manhood / Spat up from the resuffered pain. // I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen / Twice in the feeding sea, grown / Stale of Adam’s brine until, vision / Of new man strength, I seek the sun.