FUNGI FANTASTIQUE PT. 2
on reefs of stony sand
dancing so delicate
fauna move through branches
violet coral beguiles
The lady crosses forest floor;
Her presence dapples leafy shores
With form demure and never more.
The lady holds herself within,
And many days her shyness wins;
She’s anxious of what might begin.
Yet when appears the true footfall
The lady can’t her fate forestall;
She flutters out her veil, her shawl.
Her foamy tatting, all around,
The lady finds her proper ground.
She fans herself for comfort found.
No harbingers cry out its name;
This seed tucks deep inside.
Grows quickly, never shows its game
Until the moment’s ripe.
And then it chews you from within;
It gnaws convictions, bites your bones,
Replaces tendon, juice, and then
Explodes through skin—you aren’t your own.
Such artistry in every spear;
With love and skill it carves your form.
Caresses lace the pain, my dear;
It pines to keep you ever warm.
Horrors of the borderlands,
Hands of murderous redcaps pace,
Chase travelers, wanderers, men—
Then spikes and poles,
Roll the heads of every one,
Fun for the redcap, rosy
Posey, in the blood, the fools’
Pools, spreading about the veins.
Pains we take, we nasty things,
Brings us life, the death of more.