the aurora comes down

pours through the sleep of a fall

brings sight to the unlit radiance

at the back of my mind

the genus suspended

waiting to speak

under the collar of a flower

we followed each other

we rolled the stones from our doors

and found there were no rooms


we hung around the trees

who we thought looked like us


who we desired

what we desired

came up every night


we ruined all this

by making the trees defend themselves

we lined them up and shot them

for how they made their silence