Hollow Folk

without issue i can feel the forest thicken within me

build up fuel and hunger for that incendiary spark

ah to slash and burn plow and harrow with my ancestors

or cut down the old giants and replace them with windmills

deadly flowers scything the air for migrants

our doom laid out like a meal for ravens

fates intertwining like fingers at a lovers’ leap

a mile and a half up a mountain hollow under the green banners of the sun

I live above a crawl space too poor for a cellar

my garden is a banquet for slugs and meadow voles

the wild mountain mint hums with solitary bees