terristory

fertiliser- i barely know her!

like some terrible terrorist’s terrified tears,

i can read lines and rooms and all the good manners and womanners,

she’ll take what she needs,

and eye what she wants,

and when he catches her looking,

she won't look away,

rooted and leaved and left,

the birds come and go with the worms that took our fathers,

unlike the squirrels and their nut banks,

or the bees and their order,

the devils in the mountains are sifting through the weeds,

foraging for shade and flowing water,

for a quiet plot of land where i can become some flowers.