I begged you once to eat the leavened earth which aged and became green by violence
You needed to be full and satisfied discovering that my stomach had dried which made you remember the excitement of life
One morning in the stems of aquatic ash plumes that were rising and shuffling to create a theater of artificial night, the arm of the high sea hemorrhaged and buried skeleton eras
We devoured the earth for love and still the Lordβs blue voice was fathered like dust in light which we could see only because of the Sun
Slowly ending Your long fever blew the ash sickness away and I wept watching your perfect body disappear into the shade of the bleeding, green forest