The Green Planet

Blood is the the last light of the sun
with cow meat in the air.
The predator nips own tail.
 
Fathers and mothers
wasted in through this land.
 
The string of velvet borderline
undoes at a burn extinction,
broiling bone congealed on the marsh.
 
Japanese barberry invades the nails anchored to the unconsented west sky,
and the predator dissipates with the stomach sated of its mouth
in response to which algae airbones
as it upchucks reservoirs of dormant reefs
unscarred from the acid overflowed from teeth
of red gut animal.
 
Sediment floats through the river.
Trees dab up the sea.
Oxygen saturate combusts on the ozone.
Their world ends the same.