Scatter factor: fractured
my skin & bone & sown
across this land. Fingers

grow, & pointing with them,
weeds. My state, my nature
is to want, I am all root

& leaf, all reach. I am
expanding fractal. Rare
plants live in a landscape

of fear, their predators
made prey by greater 
beasts, & disappeared. 

So death undoes so many 
lesser terrors. I am all teeth,
so many seeds, the body’s

hardest part: perennial. 
Dig me up. You’ll find 
a smile: lifted, twisting,

eyeless, toward the light.