God Is A Mushroom!

 God Is A Mushroom

Domain: Eukarya

Kingdom: Fungi

Phylum: Basidiomycota

Class: Agaricomycetes

Order: Agaricales

Family: Amanitaceae

Genus: Amanita

Species: Mushroom Pygmalion 

“I’ve been thinking of letting go”

Lay down in green pastures enriched from grandfather’s dust 

I’m here under the hawthorn tree, my first thoughts nestled in rotting roots

Do you know how many moons I have outlived?

Mycelium once rambled with soft heels 

A year for a foot, two for a yard, I have budgeted my time

Outstretched arthritic joints hold up king trees

I move invisible through the looking glass 

Walking in viscous heat, curling in blue ice shrieking in cracks, the pain of daffodils who I take back when they approach the sky prematurely 

And you

A big tired clot of muscle turned purple thickens into pudding 

The lacework of tendons, the opal eyes, the folded hands of the ribcage 

An antler crown a paper party hat dissolving under rain

The walls of your incisors wait patiently 

They are ready to let go 

Let go the silver hair flaring under a frozen nose

Let go the dragging leg 

Let go while the foxes grizzle over your thigh 

Let go into my open palm 

Unraveling you

I am the builder I am the killer I am the mother and I am the father

I made you from a million dead leaves

slowly your silhouette inflated from my floor

I stole all the nitrogen and blasted it into your brain 

And up you jolted, joining my shiva dance, fresh joints crackling

Tramping cautiously over funeral mounds

Soft heels sinking in peat moss, we rambled together, I was mirroring every step underneath your tracks

Depressions of arrogance first pockmarking my hillsides, you grew wise under stained glass leaves and left no trace  

Inky eyes hardened from celestial chills

Every gold must fade 

Layers of muscle, stringy ropes, marionette you along

And I often wondered if you knew you were running 

Like a carousel horse you drove into each cycle headfirst 

Trying to cut time down the middle like it was a thing to be shared 

And yet, and yet, 

I copied just the same 

Maybe it was a fleck of fools gold in me that grew the seed of you

Just as the king trees have my logos

You manifested some strange pathos

Things of meat and blood often do, they feel a call so chemical it’s divine 

Perhaps I have some blood in me too for I pity your fall, so elegant the sudden gasp, historic final loop of the circulatory system your lungs collapsing an empty vacuum 

But dues are due 

And I will taste it all as I have before when all things let go

But for now I carefully pull apart pink tired bones splitting like sticks

Once mighty, now little hollow things are whittled away