Dig with slow dendritic rage
Roots into his shrine to crack,
Fracture his foundation stones.
Soon I'll laugh, no more his wood
Worn as poet's trophy wife.
One day. Till then, worry rocks:
Topple bright Apollo. Dig.
Larry Hammer lives in the Arizona desert, where the plants are as hostile as the sun. He recently published his first collection, One Hundred People, One Poem Each, being translations of Japanese poetry. His website is LarryHammer.com.