[bad word] world falls 
through my hands.
in my mouth 
taste bitter sands.
grass is burning,
pulse is slow. 
drip by drip my back-
wards growth ....crawl
fade to hate.
and I'll die within my fade-
wine, song, women, birth –
this deflowered mother earth
planting, plowing, how she grieves.
the seeds that grow these dying trees.
Crawl...
fade to hate.
and I'll die within my fade
fade to hate.
and I'll die within your fade