Reefs of mushrooms in the moss
Yellow cabbage butterflies
Matchstick trees, flamed and fallen
Black against the pale sky
Glassy waters. Glassy eyes.
With so much beauty and so much death,
my boots smash ants, damp brown with blood,
the wonder lingers on the breeze
like breaths through slightly parted lips,
dark the storm clouds, moist and dark,
release, release it
buzz the flies.