DMCRCY

So a year after we buried it it got right back up
Though we piled the dirt heavy for months on its corpse

It tore through the earth’s severed roots with a hand
(bigger even they say than the hand of the boss)

grasped the grave keeper’s ankle who throwing his cup
to the wisdom of stars fled over the wall. One or a million

or more maple leaves or simply a rustling stillness was stirred
and nobody spoke till they gave it its word