Sun saturates starseed
to the bone, fosters new bone,
new star, star to light
the mornings, star to burn
the land, star to balance worlds
like dinner plates on poles
or stumble and crash into itself,
star to pollinate through
radiance or rupture,
ballad or blood.
Starseed plants itself
in a field of crows and sparrows,
acres from the highway
and its seeds dead
in shaded screaming shells.
Starseed is on fire
with vitamin and napalm.
Starseed could burn forever,
heat everything, grow
into a galactic steed, pull its weight
or buck the earth into gravel,
split its forehead open.