She hears
Shadowed iron sound
Echo in the hollow
Of a tree. Prickling
Pins of heat
Seep from her fingers to
Veined leaves. And the ache
Of fresh wounds
Beneath the roots,
Sparing, tangled in
Sharp rock, damp earth,
And worms, she
Heard the cry from
That distance, every word.
Outside inside: Sound the alarm!