Frost

An excerpt from from Frost: Primary Succession, Atom Bomb: Secondary Succession

Frost

  The tears of her vitality are forming frost. Rivulets and dunes mark points of impact in the snow: a frozen wasteland to the fungal biota seeking refuge in her corpse.

  Fleeting and precious was her kindness, like a warm day in winter that melts the snow. In desperate life we drank of new streams- keenly aware of our fate in the returning cold.

  Now she is the frost and the forest floor. Fleeting streams and deep red platforms, on which vestigial bastions of life defy the surrounding grip of cold.

  Her dancing steps are craters in the snow; tremors echo fading seismic bursts- from which her life's convections slow. On heat and light and joy she gorged: a bacterial culture now forms on her newly liberated bowels.