bring your honey bees
because
there are
too many to be
so far from their
queen
pluck them from
your garden body
whistle until
they interlace
wear them as a
shroud
yes i
dare you to
bring your most
dangerous
questions
in the form of
whatever sharp
object you
must
but my dear hunter
you better
bring your
heart
too
something has entered my
jungle
first the oldest
of my faithful
strangler fig
creaked
and groaned
to the
red hawk
who then screamed
across my sky
red and orange
to bring the
storm
something has begun to
find paths
in my jungle
plant flowering
vines
in my jungle
disrupting
the watchful
drummers
who have lived here
for centuries
in my jungle
collecting arrowheads
from my war
placing them under
its tongue
the swallows dove
in intricate patterns
planting hope flowers
to make my bed
the slugs gathered
under my feet
formed a chain
to hold up
the night
still
something has entered my
jungle
and
now i am
awake
