11-28-2016, 01:39 AM
Wet roots run sideways into hills and clouds.
The dead come and go -
we see their smoke in the dank air.
Tomorrow,
a child will crumble earth into stone;
the day after, a worm will unearth a chill dawn.
A fine day to creep like lichen through a hollow bone,
or seep through a stem into Autumn.
The dead come and go -
we see their smoke in the dank air.
Tomorrow,
a child will crumble earth into stone;
the day after, a worm will unearth a chill dawn.
A fine day to creep like lichen through a hollow bone,
or seep through a stem into Autumn.