A blind black hunger swells
Like cysts upon the leaves,
And cunning crevices impel
The unresisting bee.
Fish pause, and circulate,
And spawn. Among the snarls
Of root and rock, in tunnels cut
By tooth and toe, the nervous prey
Transports fresh sacs of flesh
Down to the dirt’s deep hives.
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