Honeysuckle hanging its fangs.
Foxglove rearing its opened belly.
Dogrose touching the membrane.
And through the dew’s mist, the oak’s mass
Comes plunging, comes tossing dark antlers.
Then a shattering
Of the river’s hole, where something leaps out –
The stillness snarls, moon-mouthed, and shivers.
Summer dripping stars, biting at the nape.
Lob-worms coupling in saliva.
Earth singing under its breath.
And out in the hard corn, a horned god
Running and leaping
With a bat in his drum.