The Rot

A strange beast hides amongst the trees
waiting                            patiently
while the world –
                     the world grows around it.
Cradling it,
in flora             and                     fauna,
until that darkness
                                   is
                                       unrecognizable
…only the foul stench remains.

Above,
            the clouds break-
                                            the sun stretches again,
the errant thought of that rot abandoned
                                                  to the weeds,
the corruption it hides
                        left in the soil

far beneath.
                       The day continues with a calm wind…

A late summer afternoon will find
many friends in the forest-
                                                weaving through the green
in    waves   of shadow and tufts of grass;
The harsh sun
                        a gentle hand reaching
through the canopy
            combing the coat of the earth.

It pauses a moment
when brushed against that malignance;

that strange beast that hides amongst the trees
born of those it never sees

The Frightful Things

Shh, be still now, or they’ll hear you,
at first they were just loud and mean
preaching gospel, angry or obscene
we thought they’d pass back into the blue
Shh, be still now, or they’ll hear you.

but they came from older things
long dormant, though well maintained machines
and without challenge their power grew and grew
shh, be still now, or they’ll hear you.