This was the strange time, death in life.
The trees leafless with parasitic moss.
The shell-less snails moving a little.
You understand; you have been there.
Goslings spot the grounds.
Slugs pour out of us, dear God.
The skin sheds from your waiting elbows,
You are as plague-ridden as you expected.
You notice, there is one seed for one bird … .
And someone might come, you think,
To save you all
Tremendous effort to move forward filled her,
Carrying her heavy liver, sputum, and lung.
She opened up to death because it opened up to her.