VII. Wormfood

VII. Wormfood

Climb the mountain /
Take a deep breath for the audience /
Now witness the Matriarchicon /
The Undeniable /
Interpretation is entertainment //

See your bloodstream branch and course /
Trace the lattice as they sway /
Touch the soil with tips of fingers /
Dip in dirt to hold her grace /
These echoes are novel, but tired and tried /
Carved deep into tablets, caves, and wires /
Palm the earth to feel creation /
But dig dear Luci, to know the Taken //

Nails will break when met with marl /
Blisters burst when clawed for answers /
Darkened soot will fill the grooves /
The network whispers: yes another //

The maw opens for the weary exiles /
Travelers of Wander tuckered from empire /
In gum tree leaves grown children rest /
Yet the pattern endures through steel and glass //

The Tree is the tower, the bank, the law //

A beautiful place to lie /
But not yet.