Imperatives,
His Backyard and It All Means the Same Thing

Collapse between blades of grass
Become a green disease
Inhale nothing but dirt
Force your muddy mouth into home
In the waist-high brook
Stare at red rounded tree blossoms
Face down in the water
[Recognize that fragile tutorial]
Stand like a battle cry
Renounce the bitter sky;
He is gone-
Visit the stone.