a wolf fox with spindle legs
(whose closest relative is a bush dog)
strangled cry of the cuckooshrike
hungry throats weeping, stretched

always all this yearning
tongues, hands, seeds
the urge to grow
is either noble or disgusting

words shift as the light
			truth follows
who among us
			has not let
				the purple rice
mould bloom 	         forgotten?
left 	the celery 				betrayed
stayed up 		        till one am
when you know 			that’s a terrible
idea!

let the mushrooms
eat the chipboard
in the laundry
under the stairs
and let them
consume me
too

the builders ripped up to the dirt
a pale root snaking
conserving water
transmute or be transmuted
you’re the salp chain or the seal