Shrillness in the Heated Grass

The day’s lung held full

Shrillness in the heated grass

Collapsing on his hunting stool

Seed shells like a radiance

The oligarch flanks his tent

Salted thistle in his throat



To the family

Keep the mansion dark

And full of leaves

For this nest against the tent



The day’s lung held full

Shrillness in the heated grass

Was where the ghosts lined up

The physics of the carpet pain

The coldest depth along the stream

The darkest blue above the ridge



Collapsing on his hunting stool

Seed shells like a radiance

But how the day refused to breathe