.

And now we are 

Brought to fire 

Deeply drunk with the

Word - 

A white birch which tells 

Ocean blue jays’

Mirage tail dove 

Tea leave tales 

Stacked stones we tried to bake 

Turned to wooden doors

Fur bares cold skin 

A bed of rose petal clove

Briar gums’ sticky leaves 

The feral assembly 

Gasping out their lives