One blade of grass will weather
All seasons,
Trawl a spider’s thread
Through the chimera wound
As D-day approaches.

Listen. Do you hear the crib
Shrieking empty
In the holster
Of the wind?
That’s convergence…

One blade of grass; flexible
Covets the key
To antiquity
And stays
The discus thrower.

Not of this era,
Passers-by
Mistake
Transparency
For rubble.