Blue tree lichens coat the bark like velvet skin
Red abscesses on wood, putrefying the organic musk
Veins ov mushrooms shaped like ears that can hear
Tunnels and terraforms, mine shafts ov the Grandfathers
Today I rooted trees back into thee earth ov HER
To render my ‘sins’ futile by scratch and scraw,
The birds caw, ascending brittle hills of tree skeletons
Pain creaking in my winded old man soul, sighing in the wind
Standing on thee edges ov the froth and foam,
My feet grace the Irish sea
The Kelpie Seal succumbs for AIR, and we share a space and time
On dark roadways passing in an English eve
I think… to this I gave.
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