Ferbane,

not turning

dry and brittle

in old age

but more moist, more fecund

more porous, more mysterious:

your sponges oozing

womb-matter

haggishly,

in perpetuity.

–

Bog, body.

To be hailed

loved

exalted and

to be

left,

respectfully,

undisturbed,

with the wink

of crow cry

and dew,

quite

the hell

alone.