My Family Breeds
Wild Winter Seeds
Like Me

We All Seem To Get Tossed Into The Brush

I Don't Want To Make My Case Alone
For This Lost Race No
Digging Up The Ribcage From The Snow
Throw Me In The Tarpits All The Same
In A Cold Black Frame
Cradled In The Pterodactyl Bones

Overground And Frozen In My Shell
I Can Hold My Breath Well
Over Time I Will Heirloom Into
Something Gnarled For You