landscaping with our trowels we cut Xs into the softest earth. i watched men as they carried bushes by the neck. the valley proliferated with golfballs & boy shoes. soon we will all be archeological. planting women up to the waist for future use. their hair like jungle gyms. rain fell in catacombs & then in veils. snipping off our pinky fingers & burrying them on the other side. waiting for a great tree to grow from what was once our hungers. tree bearing apricots. rain turning to oil. a fire feeding on the downpour. from there we removed organs. hearts & irises & pennies & mugwort. a sacrifice is a parting away of the pieces. here is the self that will not walk back. children in their echo robes being led barefoot into the furrow. i wanted a rose bush. i wanted a tomato tree. here arrive the thorned eagles. onion grass beneath the skin. asking soil to kneel into quiet hills. a bicycle undoing the world. here is where the roots will become legs. here is where my ankles are entombed.