on god and greenery in Massachusetts

[brandonalsip]

red green
underneath is light
the fern, freedom of flight
I feel the wrath of god
on fingertips sore
scrubbing ink from the pages of time
feel it, alive is he
alive in the middle between
do you see, do you want
the cherry tree, so very gaunt
a table made of glass and fire
a noose before you hit the pyre
let it on
let it on
forever in the morning
forever in the dawn