The Chrysalis Leaking Static

Fecundity in Granite

Granite ribs choked in salt-rot

Damp hemlock, ergot winds

Flannel skin membrane sweating

A phantom in the attic, adorning death

Unyielding over-growth of the loam

Goddess carved of heavy clay and wet slate

Moist with hollow tears

Vomiting clover through the cellar door

Fecund light in an eschatology orchard

Roots drill past coffins, shrieking

Drinking limestone beneath a November moon

Hostess too dense to float

Dragging heavy drapery through the quilt

Morphic larynx trapped in the lime-kiln

A blueprint vibrating beneath cold marrow

The larva does not die; it remembers the bone

Reweaving its phantom ribcage in the dark

An ancient geometry re-assembling the jaw

Voices repeating through centuries of wet slate

Metamorphosis choked on its own silk

The chrysalis leaking static into the loam

We inherit the frequency of the subterranean strike

Becoming the very shape of the ancient noise