Magnolia || Three

Bloodcut leg, legcut drifter, thornbound growler

in a bottle shell of salt wood. A man smashed

his smirnoff at the edge of the ocean. Like a child

sacrifice of his intoxication offered to the world,

offered to his fossilizing life. I offer me

to the knives of green growing vines, to the smiles 

and phlogisten of old men growing on seaside stones.

These my bones, my blood and future, my home,

the soil soaked, rebirth, the teeth of life.