Pipe Dream

[Sachelcharges]

Pipe Dream:

The badlands are split
along the spine of
an anchor cast

so iron centipedes
could chase their
dead frontiers -

they run faster than
their arms can grab.

-

what meekness
remains is hollowed
in the trunk

of a horn blare
bushes fainting in
the mad rush

until everything
could only grow
pretending as if

they dreamed to
be degenerate
skyscrapers.

I like what you're trying to say and some of the imagery is cool.
The space between 'cast and 'so' instinctively makes me pause and it feels a little awkward till I reread it and realize it's supposed to be connect, which is fine. Then in the third to last stanza the lack of punctuation makes me read it straight through but upon rereading it I see it's not meant that way. These seem a little clumsy and inconsistent. And since this poem seems to be dealing with a progression over time it should flow more fluidly.
I apologize if I offend or anything as I'm new to critiquing.