(Elizabeth McGeown)
Peziza proteana f. sparassoides
It always happens in the dead of night.
The designated time is 3:01.
A crackle, then the branches catch alight.
The mummers dance in circles. Is this fun?
The designated time is 3:01.
A crackle, then the branches catch alight.
The mummers dance in circles. Is this fun?
Or is this something else? A desperate plea
to ancients who have something in their grasp:
A spark of something that resembles She
who gave the Earth its bounty, aeons past.
to ancients who have something in their grasp:
A spark of something that resembles She
who gave the Earth its bounty, aeons past.
The sweat pours down the faces of the men
who cry impossible dreams to the sky.
When they catch sight of it they shout Amen!
The cauliflower, launched, begins to fly
who cry impossible dreams to the sky.
When they catch sight of it they shout Amen!
The cauliflower, launched, begins to fly
towards the bonfire, thrown by hope and hands.
Their last meal burns, around them famine stands.
Their last meal burns, around them famine stands.
EM
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