I see the earth, at once filled and frothing at their waists,
fewer now an dfewer still above.
the heel buttocks, the high positioned knee, a hand on each another’s skin.
the soft and sodden earthe their feet are slipping into. what that fought and lost and battled for. but the lost blessing of our original lhappiness.
faces full of carbon berry.
you are like buildings present, buildings past.
Birds to men keep watchwhile men to dogs.
On each the walls of this great mosque, initials of the great real things to come.
The tall buildings that go up, the trees, upward.
The castles forward leaning and the hay mounds with onward grass.
Fewer now and fewer still above, a woman on a rooftop underwhelmed (on warning women SA my God…).
The bee dances low to be lost, and I alone above and beating.