I was running down,
This sloppy hill, at dawn.
Where trees were inverted,
Leaves and roots—upside,down
A scorch I felt,
Under nature's belt.
Flames of sloppy rage,
Transpire with the corrupt age.
The scorch, now gone,
A wound, on me, lone.
Lone I was running down,
Wearing the dusty, broken crown.
Transpire is a formal verb that means “to happen,” or in other words “to take place or occur.”
