I see you
falling
through
the purple air
eyes bulging
teeth showing
like a blind, hungry tiger
without a sun to guide
without a son to follow
without day or night
to know the alligators
on the black river
in the jungle
where the russet snakes
wrap themselves
around your mind
squeezing seeds from it
I see you falling from
the emerald tree, first
clinging sanguinely
then giving in to wind
and gravity, toppling
dropping like ripe fruit
splitting open spilling
your tawny seeds sharing
your succulent flesh, flesh
which feeds succeeding
trees, trees where you can
sit to watch
the tiger
and
the
alligator
struggle
struggle for
a place to be
before they fall
through
the purple air
air that forces
out the seeds
seeds spewed
on the green
granite mountain
under the sizzling
saffron sun.