A dead grass streak lay heavy on the porch
No mouth to feed has it borne so far
Bruised by a sprout that he chose for itself
So open so close so widened n lean
Reverence of love stills its woe
Fight it no more for it wails in plea
A roof that it dreamt of turning in to
Tickles him no more...he stares
His chopped arms as though devour his sight
Blind! He finds to his agency aboard
For the lit darkness was lit until
The darkness laid its stings---