Wind-torn throes of polished rock
and haircut paths
poison parted gashes
streaming from egg burnt moss
rut's army of newts
from under a log
the glimmer of regrown bodies
lichen coated bark
in a granite hand
wood's grid of newspaper strongholds
flames digging in cut leaves.

Back yard's wishing well of ant blood
bird bath of fertile acids
the vines pouring from a landed planet
following its rubber coil.