Sam Spratt

Climb the mountain / Take a deep breath for the audience / Now witness the Matriarchicon / The Undeniable / Interpretation is entertainment // See your bloodstream branch and course / Trace the the lattice as they sway / Touch the soil with tips of fingers / Dip in dirt to hold her grace / These echoes are novel, but tired and tried / Carved deep into tablets, caves, and wires / Palm the earth to feel creation / But dig dear Luci, be mocked and taken // Nails will break when met with marl / Blisters burst when clawed for answers / Darkened sut will fill the grooves / The network whispers: yes another // The maw opens for the weary exiles / Travelers of Wander tuckered from empire / In gum tree leaves grown children rest / Yet the pattern endures through steel and glass // The Tree is the tower, the bank, the law // A beautiful place to lie / But not yet.

VII.Wormfood

VII.Wormfood