Undertone

when I fell from the tree that summer I thought that I had died I lay amongst the moss and leaves and tubers and ties uncoupled in my mind the sky was filled with dandelion and heather and soft, unearthly sound it seemed to me an exodus from heaven of strangers coming down oh down where once a canopy benignly waved over my head now only bitten fingers tick against a sky of laboured breath yet it is not so truly unfamiliar this agitated dream where mourners chatter at my bed and suck my flesh into the earth delivered under to disassemble there dispersed and wonder-filled I do not miss the air down amongst the grasses and down amongst the beetles and passed between the earthwormsmouths underneath the landed dew air filtering like water far down below the mourners and the blind things in their kingdom come