
…
I got caught by some briar
as I walked out through the thick brush
of a place I’d thought about
through the long hours of night
…
Maybe it was in my dreams
the thought was still there
in the morning when I woke
in the darkness just after three
…
I bleed easily brushing crimson
smears away I thought it might be
revenge in some small way
for the creatures and plants
…
I’ve killed over so many years
I like to imagine my growing
is doing some good nurturing the soil
plants and pollinators in the best way I can
…
But I understand there’s a loss involved
wherever I stand wherever I lay my hand
…
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