A Face Melting in the Rain

It was at the crossroads of change
On a titanic ark of slate and nails
A billowing furnace factory
Caved by the shovels of foreign tears
That I was first made to swallow therapy
To let it squirm in my stomach
And rock me like a landslide

Now, as the hummingbird flies its backward course
Through valleys of sickly depths
Over hills of glass and tension cable
The lump in my throat grows rapidly
To the size of a time bomb or worse
And I tremble in the wake
Of every wrenching gasp for air