Wetlands
What want you here?
Your feet crush heads
Of wild garlic
Break virgin arms
Of temple bluebell
I come to shrive
I come to shrive
You let me be
Speechless midstream
Quiet head talk
I lose shape
Lose tongue
See life in limblessness
Decay a feast see
greatness fallen see
in small succulence
hopes of earth
water sky
last and always
seers
