The Sixteenth

This kiss,
this aching rod – ash turned and turned,
wood piercing world: axis mundi,

the stars spinning, damp cobwebs catching
reflected light, draped across torn skin –
the blood which drips, the soil which fed,

these buried lips, stirring,
Pando shaking, aching, this stirring wood

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