Fossora
Fossora
Her nerves spread like wings at mycelium speed
Into the atmosphere spores everywhere
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
For millions of years we've been ejecting our spors seedlings and sprouts
Are shot into the ground
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
Her fossorial claw digs downwards dissolves old pain dug down to rot decomposes debris decrades sorrows, hair and hooves
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
At last
We stayed in one place long enough to shoot down deep hyphae roots that penetrate concrete and plastic (fossora...)
Even though the ground is burnt underneath monumental growth (fossora...)
