Sap crashes suddenly through dead roots:
Sap that bites,
Bitter as gold.
My God, my sisters, how dark, how silent, how heavy is earth!
Shoulders strain against this eternity,
Against the trickling loam.
Earth dropped on the heart like a nerveless hand:
On the red mouth
Heavy as a serpent.
Light has come back to the darkness,
To the shadow,
To the coolness of blackened leaves.