Tripping over protruding root
Mother’s passive aggressive revenge
Broken branches like compound fractures
The hurricanes scream with
Cracking evergreens, aspens
Creasing trees and cannon balling ship masts
Falling soldiers, stiff with rigor mortis
Sabers of lightning
And sparking gunfire
Kamikaze forestry
Dry cracking birches
Like snapping muzzle fire
Squatting in the green
Burning down to the filter
Deep in meditation
What does it mean
To penetrate deeper than flesh;
To be further connected with the soul
Ram Dass,
You hit the flint
But they’re the ones
To burn down the town
