This landscape snares us with its dry stalks A brittle soil fractures in July
We have chosen to scrape our fingers against earth’s crust get bacteria under our nails
Here we hold fast Bodies grow give way to new bodies
a system wrought over millions of years Don’t take it personally
that it’s crackling that it’s working It is evolution speaking
A voice that proposes monstrosities
from and when the light comes it will be fantastic
This landscape snares us with its dry stalks