Tree strikes ground,
grounded, struck stuck standing.
Branches break, brachiating sky,
ape-swung, cloud to cloud
staggering leafless swatch twitches in
shattering twists. Watch, it buries itself.
Burrowbolts past topsoil blast
in rooted arc, casting light –
a fractal chase
of sinuous dragon scale
and leather sheaf flea-leg.
Each earthworm arm of it flails
away from sky – moles’ tails
coil from the headless trunk.
Earth trails fill with live lightning,
tentacles tense creeping whips
and the terror of erosion.
Root earth in place, firm the bolt,
and run the Zeus current-course.