Roman

The Plant Egg

Aubergine oracle,
play your tell:
dry music
seeded sponge
gambler, ambler,
resident organist
green pipe in your mouth.

Ripe time rots darkness
as callow gray blight
tone deep
inoperable
(no knife sharp enough)
to pierce your plastic skin.

Throw sticks,
measure wicks,
gravity's fire
is the astronomic logic
that breathes pith,
floats inside the drum.