Sourced Out of the Mouths of Lead

Thoughts sprawl out of the brain
And spill through your branched nerves
In the air. In the squid,

The thoughts lie down in arms.
Thoughts twitch the cobs and orbs
Of beasts who live through webs.

The brains of bees are not
All skulled in hives but wave
Bloomed flags. The legs of bugs

Catch thoughts sent through the ground.
It gets worse. There are apes
That stash their brains in mud,

On pulped grass, in mulched trees.
That would be us. We lie
Here in wait for you, us.