Variation on a theme in Polyhurt

Variation on a theme in Polyhurt dig into the wet earth to grasp the roots of things lie prostrate belly pushed against the loam sit motionless under the bowl of turning stars these things too, are passing the desert sage and bison antiques the bald elm and the Jerusalem thorn the robs of Christ and the rolled dice passing, these things too and what did you think, young dreamer that your heart was made of stone not likely, not likey it is a murder of paper tigers instead a blessing of unicorns