Who could deny this is our land now? Now milk
witch, monk’s head, piss-a-bed, we alone
open to the light—call us
as you like: encroachment. An encampment. We claw
over earth, unfurling
flowers, knit so close we know power, we
over earth, unfurling
flowers, knit so close we know power, we
walk as one, infest as one,
indistinguishable—one seed
-headed clock counting down. And what
indistinguishable—one seed
-headed clock counting down. And what
evidence otherwise? Tell us. Remember
how you Mayflowered us. Wanted us.
how you Mayflowered us. Wanted us.
