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  • The American Poetry Review

    FIVE POEMS

    Nov 01, 2021 2 minutes
    MARTHA COLLINS

    Grave

    It is all, all
    over the earth, under
    earth, a graveyard:

    tree ferns, trees—roots,
    bark, seeds—ancient
    life that emerged

    from the sea, forests
    flooded to swamps
    & bogs, transformed

    to peat, transformed
    again, sunk, covered
    with layers of earth

    with strangeamphibian, snake& later dinosaur

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