branches above, sparrows

tumble the fruit of their ***--

struck by a tree bolted to

its lightning.

the ground softly conniving

at its feet.

below--Erinyes (The Furies)

serve garnished heads from

their laps.

to the moistened soils of spring

appetites abruptly sated.

with unshaking hands, laying them

across beds of waste.

to hunger back, one revolution

less so.