Outside inside: Sound the alarm!
By

    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.

    Comments

    blog comments powered by Disqus
    Please read our Comment Policy.