bent backs
grasses bent in a tweak of fingers
bent my fingers bent my bones
my toes in
earth sweating dew
digging a way out
sweetness
sucking on a single clover
sweat for me
my back wet and bent
bones buried snap like twigs
my bones tomorrow buried
my bones decay
and feed
clovers
children
the wheel rolls on through this earth
my skeleton straight
as a blade
of grass
snapped by fingers
like children at play.
the world will go down
and feed on me
and I will not see it.
but only my fingers
a snapped clover
and its sweet ends