目々(?)
          と森:
eyes (eh?)
          and a forest:
the mothwing effect of an iris on the bark.
watch the old growth glower,
offer up that moth to devour; hour after hour those eyes never blink.
we can burrow down a barrow mound, moan out a mortal doubt—
mushrooms listen, watch me roots, I rot.’
and so let that mortal debt be expunged among the fungus.
i know the green-backed branches are built on quick and fester,
and i’m told the soft tissue’s what they love the best.