Against laws
the tongue tries to go back down the throat
it gets uncontrollable    it lies

while flickering everywhere are
knuckles, teeth, fists nobody saw, hair
drifting from wires,
eyes that stopped closing heavily and met
the ax and the train head on—
all the die hards
who kept the faith with the stones

stones that will open at a touch, breathe
and spread like water like

plain water that is simple and against the law