they really did eat
tho; lay it out real
simple for a twink:
land it in my lil fairy
ring, in my lil tree
twunk, in my pond,
in my river. lay it all out
at my alter. and then,
they have nerve. “but
u can … see me? i didn’t
know ur kind could see
the children of the forest!”
You traded the life we
recovered, your enduring
self, your research, our
home, all for this weeping
dragon left in their stead.
The fishing hole man gawks: Nobody
he says, I mean nobody hauls
these suckers in anymore. He stretches
over the counter, strokes the dark
circles, scales patterning your flesh.
A man hiked through the Faron region to the ridge where he sat upon a rocky beach near the Riola Spring watching a water snake whorl in the cool-clear basin, slip-smiling between refracted sunbeams that pierced the invisible surface.
The god flood comes, beloved—hold my eyes
on your eyes, within your eyes—hold
my limbs as they wooden, build up
a soft mist, rippling pools, thick vines
to spool my low cries as my lungs evolve
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