bury me hunched over,
pouring buckets worth of
flowing ether into my mouth, so
that my tongue may taste on life.
your penetrating heat
drains in spirals 
down my white, hard, throat.
asphyxiating. dehydrating. tree of life.
you sprouted
from a seed encased in dark star stuff,
boisterous dust, harbinger of bites,
you yourself have sprouted gods
from your molten roots,
let me look at you alive,
I promise nothing, I will give you,
nothing, but,
once you lose your eyes
I’ll cry from my heart
in respect of your
forgotten sight!