A tree terrified, its copal-shimmered
arms bent and gnarled, trunk bulging.
A ground beginning to move like a sea,
squelching underfoot with departing voices.
Poppy shiver, nighthawk screech,
the fluted edges of an adder's tongue.
Stones like skull shards, moon details
welling up in their gray surfaces.
The body longs to feed itself to mulch but
a light, shirll as metalfoil, floats its dust.
It desires thoughts blank as snowfields, but
the brain is hollowed out for others' memories.
And that damn echo of "I miss you"...enough to doom
new life to its sorry scramble up from water.
|'Night and Day' By Gay Tracy