Resurrection Plant

The trunks of pine, ash, oak piled high A young boy walks the cambered wall Happier than you ,and less scared, Disturbing universes too small to matter too big to care. Everything sang "I'll outlast you..." Unlike yesterday's superstar. Moss, caught on your shoe will outlast you like a melon seed, like cocktail sticks like finding fault, like everything you love but worse. Even dead boys outlast you, clinging to every fibrous thought Leaning on your inner ear and cleaning you out. "Twenty years ago this week," says someone, and you are deceived, again. Feeling bereft is your only excuse. Another somebody's daughter rides horses flying across hundreds of generations Evolution with a bolt straight back and a mean streak, The accidental apex. Today I watered the Selaginella lepidophylla feeling sorry for the undead. Tumbleweed, tumbleweed, you are my tumbleweed I mustn't grumble you are my tumbleweed. Sleep, sleep ticking children Sleep like your grandmother Nothing's changed nothing's imminent (he lied). Tomorrow will you dance with me? Dance while I'm important to you, Dance while you're vital