this is always happening... avoidance

 

autumn grashes (thrashly)
this earth
a scaffold made of bone things
marrows of rattling weeds
fibers, mirrors of growth

 

as imaginary milk substrates
leak out the abdomen
of this imagined earth
spinning into the less than empty
cold; everything a shell of husk
a finger of milk blood
a spiral

 

pardons from transitory strangers
unqualified exoneraters
autumn still bleeding colors
untouched harvests rotting in shipping cost
empty ships

 

bones of trees
bleeding their whites into white
snow sweeps thrashly
people mulch the world with their heels