I Can See The Green

Let’s bring life to the slaughterhouse.
As foliage turns to fortune -
I can see the green. Entangled in
The creaming cows, feeding on the crispy grass
Over gumtree graveyards.

There’s magic in your mangled arms,
Rainbow in that oil slick, viridescence
in those algae blooms - ever unfurling
like organic swirls of smoke.
Just look at that flourishing canopy of suburbia!

Allowing your seeds to grow in my eyes?
Giving up your gilded grooves? I can always
Escape to the forest that presses against my forehead.

Your interstices from layered limbs dapple me with sun.
You are a poorly designed parasol.