It's like retaliation,
It suits being rooted in the ground.
This lot of land was given water
Motes and speckles float
Falling here and now revolving.
In the heart of the ancient city
Only luminaries sit amongst stone
Their ganglion limbs wrap around
Their little inklings winking.
Growths and pores leak spores
And rush to flood the sun.
So small they live in all
So small they live in the air
Reflecting a fiery presence
By a thump and a rattle
in the deep den there.
Grey fields stand tall as shields
Tumbledown round huts emptied and
ripped apart like wet cardboard.
Under a slip of leathery mud and grit,
Hands turned crust black and meticulously scabbed
Held up like orants with the bone white moon
Pitted and stopped in orbit.
It suits being rooted in the ground.
This lot of land was given water
Motes and speckles float
Falling here and now revolving.
In the heart of the ancient city
Only luminaries sit amongst stone
Their ganglion limbs wrap around
Their little inklings winking.
Growths and pores leak spores
And rush to flood the sun.
So small they live in all
So small they live in the air
Reflecting a fiery presence
By a thump and a rattle
in the deep den there.
Grey fields stand tall as shields
Tumbledown round huts emptied and
ripped apart like wet cardboard.
Under a slip of leathery mud and grit,
Hands turned crust black and meticulously scabbed
Held up like orants with the bone white moon
Pitted and stopped in orbit.
