Tail of root    back of moss
ears of fern    legs of trunk
eyes like edges of moon—
narrowed and unreadable
and sheer in their blackness
all above his body
this chest of tor
jagged with rock
thick with mud
deep with shadow.
In the valley of his stomach
hunger crows and marches
in the dead night
toward the small and the quick
with eyes as opaque
as his own.