Ancient, dark-glistening
Guardians of the Earth
They pulsate far beneath indifferent feet,
Coil, swirl
Deep swimming in the rich brown-black
Until the rains.
Then
Pulled up
Compelled to
Rise to the surface gasping,
Helplessly
Small
Pale, blind
Writhe between steaming, matted, choking-bright
Grass
As the sun begins its assault
And after,
Fade
To who knows what fates.
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
Ancient, dark-glistening
Guardians of the Earth
They pulsate far beneath indifferent feet,
Coil, swirl
Deep swimming in the rich brown-black
Until the rains.
Then
Pulled up
Compelled to
Rise to the surface gasping,
Helplessly
Small
Pale, blind
Writhe between steaming, matted, choking-bright
Grass
As the sun begins its assault
And after,
Fade
To who knows what fates.
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