Constant companion, dear one, the last one standing upright in this field of dry rubble.
 
a ha har little light foretop sweetened.
 
So soft you are, so soft, and I do not chew on you like the cows do, or like they did when there
were cows, when ungulates were plentiful on the planet.
 
No crush, no teeth, I caress you, instead
hair touch velvet touch
 
hoary locks slight and concave
in kiddish dance,
 
Downy feathers for my tired finger pads
my pod
my air filters embrace your scent
 
bitter bellows and ballo
in the chalky pubescent soils
 
sterile oxygen-enriched evening ether lulls me to rest.
 
At heel now, help this land, rockstrewn, pebblestrewn
oh canine, dachshund purple flower bedder.
 
these lungs chew on the thought of you thinking with
the arrivals of light and compass
 
unsoftened by your loneliness. sated by the pebbles who ballo you.
these lungs belly with envy and spike
 
Tomorrow, your globular clusters of tracts will roll alongside this non-existent path
to look for bees, for signal species, to invite the dance
directional rump ballet
 
a tip tap tip tap tap dancing root teething into a clay that cleaves
and receives you with disinterest.
not for apathy but the soil is nonpartisan for family
  the rocks and pebbles are as equal to you
as the downy legs of bees
or the alien eyes that now gaze upon your
pixelated feathers. even here at this distance
a stranger’s lungs inhale your foreign molecules
  the air carries you in this transit
of oceans
 
shout in spores that it is time
again unroll your deep taproot
anchor, you and me, to make a home
with the rubble that braises you.