Fossora

Her nerves spread like wings At mycelium speed Into the atmosphere There's spores everywhere Fossora Fossora Fossora For millions of years We've been ejecting our spores Seedlings and sprouts Are shot into the ground Fossora Fossora Fossora Her fossorial claw Digs downwards Dissolves old pain, dug down to rot Decomposes debris Degrades Sorrows, hair and hooves Fossora Fossora Fossora At last We stayed In one place long enough (fossora) To shoot down deep hyphae roots (fossora, fossora) (Fossora) (Fossora) That penetrate concrete and plastic (fossora, fossora) (Fossora) (Fossora) Even though the ground is burnt (fossora) Underneath monumental growth Fossora (fossora, fossora)