It’s in the little things we had buried

Mixed like perlite in the dirt

Storms come at last to rinse us clean

Pristine like teeth in earth

Brackish water soaks the foundation

Reaching like fingers and roots

Through tiniest cracks starting to burst

Closed like sutures and suits

Vermillion hyphae wrapped around

Choked like wires and tubes

Tethered to us in a hushed foray

Delicious like funeral food

Spores fall down when too heavy to fly

Dropped like you and I