One day they will find her lying in a churchyard
Sweet soil stuffing her lips full
But they do not know that today.

Given to hands well-mannered and manicured,
there were markings and mad meanings at her birth.
So she went all the roads in red hoods
and danced under the earth in silver woods.

One night, she slid from the stables and made her way to the earth,
descending upon it and devouring;
Jennifer took the ground.
And never was soil harder won
than with the taste of ash and earthworms on her tongue.

Smelling lime on her breath they suspended her
In that great tower of containment
And with her body she went breaking bonds on breezes
And gave her belly to the earth.

Toxins can only tame you if you allow them.

But in neat bags they shovel the broken ground
and cover the world in concrete to keep Jennifer well.

Green plastic trees take roots in cement and spread their disease
and the earth goes metal, and iron, and cool.
Giving the world to walls.

When at night, she hides from darkness, they shut the fine locks
And hear the metronome ticks of ornamental clocks
Laden with rose-inlays and sketches.
In her mind, pine-groves mate with city parks
And give their love away.

But she bears it tight within her breast and lets nothing slip past.
Jennifer is careful.

The colors seep from the world and its new places:
Underground they grow daises and long purples.
Underground they cherish the gasps of a crowning orchid
Like old parents.

So when she senses the great complacency
she scales the heights of a grey millennium
And plunges off, white trailing delirious –
the ruffles of skirts billow as she falls.

Give her to the soil! Give her to grass, and green things, and beauty and reality and taste
and all senses.
Don’t pursue her, as she emulsifies outside the fortresses, outside the world:
Alone in the space.

Do not think all ecstacies are the same! Those
that have been withheld, restrained,
are too monumental, they shatter her into white electric pieces
falling from the sky and growing from the ground.
Now she hits upon the seedy pasture
and gluts herself with stalks, sprouts, and herbal technology
turn her flesh verdant.

The girl with green skin found contentment in the rushes -
It took the hubris of the mud to break the concrete hold.