The old woodland

 Fractured also I feel the weight of the land
I've merged with the roadside scrub and trees
pushing over the powerlines and strangling the posts
just a little fraction of odin

I have grown from a stick
I am a clump of this thick reed
I am the violent thump
Deep unconscious lively pond

light invites awakening
powerful lightening to extinguish one self
to revive me verily
for a moment of bliss wayward to death thrown bck into life

A piece of earth inside me
I am a tremendous explosion with no cause
I've merged with the tall expansive tropcal evergreens
I soak up the heavy rains the excess of humidity

I grow over all of your boundaries
fences and walls and ruins of ages already done
consumed by tight shoots and long leatherly leaves
stealing the sunlight

I the slithering vine reach out
rooting across bark moss and shaded embankments
above the bogs and swamps a stationary serpent
a piece of Odin

webbing it all up
giving shelter to beasts of claw sting an fang
a piece of my eye to see them move and hunt
inside it all season after season infinite infinite infinite