stems crawling into razor leaves
roots flailing through a vacant earth
as the sky produces soil
playgrounds heaving old bones into sunlight
chainlink fences running veins
to an oil soaked pyre
paint cursive tongues of mercury
fumes pouting from a melted mouth
eyes asleep in the grass hereafter
fruits of an ancient hand
the water of the land has a copper grip
that stops up alien batteries
and wets the pillars of winter
with summer lips.
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