Community

i am crumbling

under the sharp increase

in care work, 

in holding space and layers, 

i am crumbling

i am crumbling

shocked and relieved by

those who see me

who sees me?

who set carnivorous cravings 

for flesh and heart aside

who are tending to root rot, 

pruning 

burning 

it ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

because forest fires are

rebirth and violence in 

tension with one another.

whilst others are all too

comfortable posing amongst

the flowers, plucking petals of

are they worthy 

and they are not

are they worthy

and they are not

in isolated views of a world

that is safe, that is well, is

real, is soft, for all of us.