Taxonomy of Raw Materials



On the third day we discovered her. Symbiote,
merged beneath a wailing din and the glare 
of sentinel creepers, spun like webs around her, from tree to tree. 
And the red-blue blaze flooded intermittently.

The moss, dewtouched and brilliant, had made of her
a nest. A bed. Ribs pushed up eagerly like saplings,
and seemed branches, dirtsmeared. Bronzed.

Leather clasped small muscles, or let spill. Fungus
tanned its own hide. Worms threw themselves,
buried themselves, wetted themselves in bloodclots

and were made fresh, glistening like fat red bulbs.
Hair, too, was extant, and spread like rotten yolk
along the earth's ruts and its withered carpet.

The dank humus had moulded 
around her wreckage.