Jake's Flea Market

beware
the hollow of the planet that revolves
on the axis between the poverties
on an old man’s shoulders

it’s the oven that fills with fire
then frost   then again with fire   the forge
where forms the idea to steal the gold
earrings from a lady’s lobes
the silver pendant from her throat
and from her doublet the brass
brooches   beware   the idea
that becomes firm   then fluid
then again becomes firm   rises
outward through the single 
geological layer of bone

rises up into the depths of pool
blue eyes watery with old age beware
in the watery eyes the brazen tint