Shaken ‘Leaf

The nature of beasts

Soiled hands and feet

Finger bowls and finely marbled flesh

Cannibals at the first sign of distress

Foam and froth

Wane and flicker

Conceding beneath the weight

Emerging corporeal

Sinewless shadows

Birthed from the pushing of palms

All maw and malice

Like forcing puzzle pieces

Anchors to till the soil as we walk

Counting blessings on severed fingers

Sold it all for bee stings and bean stalks

Glass slippers and swollen toes

A crapshoot with loaded dice

Roulette with a rifle

Geocentricism

Bodies to never be explored

Risen up to our ankles

Wet behind the ears

Mint green

The unmistakable smell of fear

Lingering

Thick enough to cut with a knife

The source of all things

The mother of invention

Drawing hearts in the condensation

Sad, really

Fated to fade and disappear

And they look nothing like that

Don’t know where you got that idea from, kid