dust on the mountains
sun battery here in this warm hole,
rotting logs birch wind
raspberry hereafter,
swamp child, bruised bodies
lying around your dwellings's entrance,
war paint, paint face,
logging time in the belly
of the great terror

swamp child, beware of the rings
around your breath, keep the small wings
all within range of your hearing,
dashboard aflower with running flame,

swamp child, keen on the weight
of the breath in your shoulders awoken
fireplace to a morning rain